We were finishing breakfast when we decided to spend our last day on the beach. I was always up for this activity because I loved to go see all the to...pless girls from Europe who vacation here. There is a fine line to walk when faced with beautiful topless women while sunning on the beach with your wife. I bought some very dark sunglasses just for this occasion. My wife Lori is an attractive red head with 34 D breasts. One of the things I have always found sexy about my wife is her perfect. She gasps at first, but that gasp turns into a moan as he begins thrusting. He holds up her leg as he goes deeper inside of her, her growing moans pushing to go faster.He lifts her ankles to her shoulders after two minutes pass, his length pushing deeper and harder into the girl... no the woman underneath him.He thrusts as deeply as possible when the girl's climax approaches, but suddenly pulls out his length. The woman groans at this, but he quickly slips himself underneath her, back to him.He. "I felt good today," Wilkie replied. "I was relaxed for some reason when I woke up today. Maybe it was sleeping in my own bed." Whatever it was, don't change it," Brock said with a laugh."Oh, I don't plan to," Wilkie replied earnestly. "I've been thinking about everything I did today. I plan to do the same exact thing next time I pitch. I'm even going to mark which underwear I put on this morning to make sure I wear them again."Brock couldn't decide if the pitcher was serious or joking but he. I knew I couldn't trust him. Well the wedding is off. That bastard." "Hold on now, you guys have been through worse. You can make it past this." "How much should I put up with Brent? When is it too much?" "Well maybe he's right." "Excuse me." Brent braced himself expecting to get slapped. She turned to face him, every muscle in her body tense, but thankfully she didn't swing. "You were just talking about how you weren't sure about this wedding." "Well now I know." "Or maybe.