She continued to massage her pussy beneath her suit for some time, then began to slowly remove the bottoms. Sitting on the bed, she glided the suit do...wn, past her thighs. Her pussy, wet as an ocean, glistened from the light entering her window. Well covered with a silky brown bush, it was parted far enough to reveal a plump set of lips, covered with her juices. As she finished removing her suit, she slid up on to the bed, more readily within my view. Lifting her knees and bringing her feet to. One night she came home from work, having stopped by the grocery store to get a few things. She told me about how she ran into an old friend she hadn’t seen in years. Barbara, her friend had invited her to a pleasure party that Friday night. My wife accepted the invitation, attended the party and came home with an awesome vibrator. It twisted, rotated, gyrated and worked very well. Barbara’s friend Dianna who hosted the party personally demonstrated how to use one just like it. Dianna got. “What can I say? I like breasts just fine, every man, whether straight, gay or a eunuch will look given a chance, but I like a hard-body girl with muscled legs, a washboard stomach and a firm butt...” I trailed off with a wink, shrugging a second time.“And that is why he is my date tonight.” Tiffany said from behind me, her arm going around my waist. Kelly was there, too, with Dean’s bicep securely nestled between her own, almost overflowing breastworks, a smug grin on her face.“Stacy, what are. The picture that got Danny excited had happened purely by chance. He'd asked her to turn in her chair as he'd dropped to one knee to eliminate part of the background. Twisting in her chair, Annabel Trimbell had missed her skirt rising up slightly and then tightening across her thighs, the picture was snapped and Danny continued taking other shots not realising just what he'd captured.He'd expected Miss Trimbell to review the pictures he'd taken but she didn't have time, telling him to bring the.