I also loved how pale they were, at least partly because I could see their blushes and the red welts on their bottoms whenever I slapped that booty.An...other great thing about the Roberts women? They weren’t fucking trend dieter types, constantly trying everything under the Sun to slim down. They were not fat at all, but nor were they skin and bones. They each had a healthy body weight and they wore it very well, their curvy hips and fine buttocks delighting more than a little, of course. I was. So I watched as my wife sat on his face. Once again I realized that we were having sex again right out in our driveway where anyone could drive by and see us. That was when I realized that the possibility of getting caught was driving me on more than any dirty movie that I had ever rented. When I pushed my shorts down below my cock Josie moved and sat on it. With her knees on the blacktop next to my hips she started rocking back and forth as she fucked me. Like Bob I had wanted to fuck Josie. "Hello, Dave, I didn't expect to see you..." his voice tailed off when he saw the expression on my face. "What's happened?" he asked anxiously."If either my wife or Harry Ledbetter telephone I am not at home, and I don't want either of them shown up to my flat." I spoke sharply, as an employer would speak to his employee.Steve didn't bat an eye, "Yes sir. I'll make a note immediately." He acted in a fully professional way, and I warmed to a man I had got to know as well as any in my life. We. " Uh huh," she beamed, taking a small sip of her wine.He took a sip, then a larger drink, the start of the weekend apparently beginning now."So what do you have planned?" he asked, moving to the living room and tossing his coat on the couch. Dave plopped himself down and took another drink of wine, the tang of the alcohol giving way to a growing warmth inside him.Sharon straddled his legs and knelt on the couch, her knees beside his thighs, her hands caressing his face. He kissed the palm of.