She'd spent time assemble her outfit, each piece intended to reinforce her primacy, as far as the meeting would go. "You're wearing the dress you wore... the day you deposed me," I said. "I like the jewelry. It makes its own statement, just like you intended but why did you cut your hair? I love you in long hair but I love you more."That just slipped out. She was the strong one, but her strength made her vulnerable, and I wanted her to know, I knew. Turning to Rebecca I said, "You look. I told her how soft and full her tits are and how I loved watching them rock back and forth when she got on top of me. I told her how I love the curve of her hips and the incredibly hot thickness of her thighs. But, most of all, I liked her big fat ass.My wife isn't fat. But she's blessed with a nice round ass. A nice thick hot round ass and I love it. Doggy style, she looked so amazing that I've often thought she was born to be fucked this way. And I told her that as she undressed. I told her. ”“Right? You could feel his cock when you danced?”Her memory of it tickles a smile across her lips, “Yes.”He grunts in appreciation, “How’d it make you feel?”“It was scary, kind of but it got me hot.” In the dark of the night, her voice is smaller than she wants it to be.“How did they get you out of there?”“After that dance with Daryl, Jack said, we should go back to his place.”“And you were ready to fuck both of them then?”“No. Not at all. I thought maybe I’d hook up with Daryl but that was. It turns out that me and Matt actually have some stuff in common outside of the bedroom. Afterwards, we got home and Matt had on black dress pants and a white dress. He looked incredibly handsome. Matt went upstairs to get a shower. He was upstairs starting to get out of his clothes when I let out a scream. There was a spider in the sink and Matt came running downstairs with just light blue dress shirt and a pair of white briefs on. He grabbed a paper cup and carried the thing outside into the.