“Ohhh, it feels so different, ” my wife said. “It feels so good. He started pulling out slowly and pushing back inside, enjoying the feeling of ...her unfamiliar but lovely and warm Choot. But before long he started wanting her so bad that he quickened his pace and was pounding in and out of her. “Go ahead!” she whispered to him. You have wanted to do that for so long! Make me go crazy with ! Pleasure. Let me remember these moments forever. “Yes! Yes!” she groaned. “This feels good. I am on fire!. Hell, we were bored to death! Neither one of us found it the least bit entertaining to lie on a reclining chair in the sun and watch the waves break.Oh, sure, it was fun for the first few hours to look at the hard bodies in swimsuits that barely covered the essentials. However, as for me, I quickly realized that if I was going to enjoy seeing a nearly-nude woman, I preferred to look at my wife. Liz reported to me that she felt the same way about me. The top deck was declared "clothing. The vee at the top providing a frame below a beautiful navel and smooth, velvety skin. The fabric at the front was pulled snugly into the obvious gap in the flesh between her tanned legs. Her ample tits were barely constrained within the confines of a black sport bra that may have been a couple sizes too small. Draped loosely around her shoulders, she wore a translucent black throw with sleeves to just below her elbows. It hung at the back to her knees, but covered nothing with its presence. I. The other day I saw him taking bath wearing only a towel and I was so turned on to see the water flowing through his chest and well build body. I noticed that he too used to peep me when I used to come out after my bath rapping a wet saree. Days passed and it had already made us to want each other so badly. It was the night when my husband was allowed to sleep with me. I was so nervous. I was wearing a red chiffon saree and had put on all my jeweleries. Soon my husband entered the room. He was.