I was not, I swear, but she just kept up talking about it. Never would I do that.” “Well, Shy, my silly timid friend, she was asking for it.” �...�Nooooo ... can’t be.” “Oh really. Think about it. Why at all otherwise would she keep bringing it up? Really?”“Huh? O-o-o-o-h.” I gave that some thought before I pushed in her butt plug we’d been playing with and she put the cock ring on me and poured us some more wine.“You know, we experiment. You learn so you can do this to your wife. You can do all. Maybe you want something more,” I said and leaned over his cock. I opened my mouth, and took his cock deep in my throat. “Ah fuck,” he moaned. “You like that. I’m a good slut, Daddy,” I said and winked. “You are a good slut,” he said, and now he was ready to show his real dirty side. He flipped me on my back, and took off my pajamas swiftly. I knew that now he was going to make my night. He spread my legs and looked at my pussy like a hungry dog. “Make me cum, Daddy,” I said. “Shut up, you. No skinny bag of bones she is a BBW and proud of it! She smiles into the camera and welcomes all her visitors telling them in a breathless whiskey voice that she hopes they enjoy the show. As she gets ready she is humming an old love song to herself, We Should Be Dancing in the Sheets by Lionel Richey. It sure sets the mood. Turning on the soft bedside lights she sprays the sheets with her favorite perfume Morning Dew by Anne Oakley. It smells like a fresh summer morning, of lilies and lilacs.. The home had wooden floors so we could hear if someone approached. No one did, though and after we had the coffee and biscuits we soon embraced and began kissing. Peter ran his hand all over my back and shoulders and eventually his hands moved to my titties. This time I did not resist. He fondled them for a long long time making me feel as if I was floating in the clouds. I felt very warm between my legs and I was slightly embarrassed by it, but I felt so good that I soon dismissed all qualms.