I was proud of Tony for letting her win the argument that kilometers are longer than a miles because “her speedometer has higher numbers for kilomet...ers than miles”. I did notice him cringe when she became incensed that the waitress would offer her bacon bits for her salad because she didn’t tolerate the slaughter of baby pigs. Instead she had demanded the waitress bring her regular sized bacon and she would break that up herself. But I definitely saw his sex drive switch to OFF when she told. Michelles hands found their way into her hair, her nails brushing up her scalp into a stretch. When she brought her hands back down, she let them drag behind her neck and down, over her collar bone and down between her breasts to her belly, only touching skin where the silk had fallen open. Both hands lifted up cupping her breasts and easing the ache just enough. She ran her thumbs over her nipples, taking in the softness of the silk and the hardness of the buds. The action brought to mind. Justin then began to reach down and he ran his hand up my wife’s leg until it touched the outer part of her swimsuit. She stopped his hand from going any further as she continued to suck hard on his cock. Justin didn’t give up though as he continued to work his hand up underneath my wife’s swimsuit. A few minutes later my wife gave into her own dirty desires. I watched as she let Justin's hand slip underneath her swimsuit until it rested on her bare ass. My wife was getting extremely aroused. Michael lifted his head from her crotch and took a nipple in between his teeth, rolling it around and biting down on it as her body shook.He moved forward, sitting on her chest. Desiree's face jerked as she felt a dick slap her cheek before he guided her mouth onto it. She sucked on the tip for a moment, moving down and taking half of the length in before pulling back. Michael repositioned his 7 inch dick in her mouth, and grabbed her head with both hands.Desiree had always been proud of her.