Willenlos erduldete sie meinen gierigen Blick und stemmte die Hände auf die Couch. Meine zweite Hand schnellte hervor und greift in die Vollen. „Du... hast wirklich tolle Titten, das muss ich Dir lassen!“ bemerke ich, was ihr beinahe ein Lächeln entlockt – aber nur beinahe. Mein Fummeln zerrte an den Trägern des BH und ringt ihn nach unten. „Hee – ruinier mir meinen BH nicht!“ harscht sie mich an, zieht meine Hände heraus und rafft ihn über die Brüste nach oben. Barbusig saß sie nun da und. I knew she could feel my hardness against her stomach. She pushed me away and told me to get changed. I went into the bathroom to change and had to maneuver my suit on over my rock hard cock. We slipped on our flip-flops, grabbed the beach towels provided by the hotel, and took the elevator down to the lobby. We bought some sun tan lotion, some water, snacks, and off we went. She had slung the beach bag over her shoulder so I held her other hand, with a huge grin on my face, and we walked. I had a group of friends I would chat with from time to time...it was always filthy. One of my favorites was Bernadette. She and her husband Mario had been married for fifteen years. She lived one state away from me and we would chat about her fantasy. Me fucking her while her husband watched. Eventually we moved onto phone sex. She always got super excited hearing my voice as I told her what I wanted to do with her. She almost never spoke during those phone calls. Her moans and screams. So then we kept playing whenever we could, and then a few months after John was born we got the news, I was pregnant again with my girl," I replied. They were as stunned as they could be, they were speechless and motionless too. We looked at them and they looked back at us, for about five minutes straight. "So, is there anything you wanna ask us?" I asked. We had no idea what they'd wanna ask, but we were listening."Do you regret getting pregnant, with either of us?" Angelina asked as she.