To make the long drive up more enjoyable my wife wore a very thin cotton sun dress that came to mid thigh and that was all , well other than a pair of... stacked hill sandals. I had just finished putting the baggage in the trunk when she came out to show me her outfit. She asked if I liked it? When I looked up I could see right through the thin meteral. I asked if she was naked under it? She said of course and lifted the hem to show me her freshly shaved snatch. On the ride up she napped and while. With every stroke I can almost feel it myself… but she is not me… and I don’t know who she is or why she’s in my bed with my husband. My heart is crushed. I can’t breathe, I can’t see. I didn’t even see her face. I saw him, I saw red and I just walked out of the front door. I woke with a start as the alarm sounded. 9am. “Early start after a late night,” I thought to myself as the fog of sleep began to clear. “That’s what I get for being grown and staying out all night.” I never remember my. The inrush of cool air was met by the fountain of juice that had been released and was now heading at speed towards Rudeolphs face. The hand that was working on her clit had not stopped and Carol’s body shook with the release she had given it, and she felt the juices leave her body and the sensation of satisfaction soon took over as the sexual heights ebbed away. Rudeolph smiled and said “WOW, that was beyond belief” now it’s my turn” fully expecting Carol to now release him in more ways than. Her slender, perfectly manicured hands seemedto be memorizing my testicles.I have never, ever, ever, ever felt so good.Mademoiselle Claudette moved slowly, carefully, squeezing just right,pressing just right, rolling just right, all her fingers focused on whatshe was doing.Mademoiselle Claudette moved to exploring every nuance of my scrotum,pulling the skin, folding it, releasing it, folding it back again ontoitself, smoking and drinking red wine all along.She asked me to turn around. From.