A to a managing director. As the night went on I started to get hungry I suggested we have something at the pup but she said she wasnt a bad cook and ...would cook as a thank you for comming to her rescue. She only lived a few minutes away and went into her flat she cooked a lovely meal and the wine flowed as I decided to leave I knew I had, had to much to drink she said I could stay the night and I agreed she lead me into the bedroom and we started to kiss I felt her nice sized bre**ts push. I was totally crushed. Although I might be able to give Kacey the benefit of the doubt, I know that Bob must have known that he was having sex with my wife. There was no mistaking his wife’s huge tits for my wife's smaller ones. Also, if I was being totally honest with myself, there was no way Kacey could mistake Bob's big dick for my average size one. All I could do is look at my wife Kacey with Bob’s cum running down her thighs. I was completely embarrassed. In the confusion, I hadn't pulled. Most girls don't really see what guys love about boobs. To most, they're just balls of fat that hang awkwardly off their chests. But I've never had that problem. The texture and weight of a breast is amazing. I lifted her sweater up until it covered her face and put a nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it hard until it grew to the size of a pencil eraser. Her areolas were dark pink and beautiful. I squeezed her breasts together and licked both nubs at the same time. Adrienne snickered as I did. I went to the passenger side to open the door for her. I know that this an old-fashioned and sexist thing to do, but she usually rewarded me as she swung her legs into the car with a glimpse of her panties fitting snugly round her pussy-mound, and even though I was so familiar with the sight of her panties, and the treasure they concealed, such a secret, and almost furtive, glimpse always gave me a little surge of pleasure. I was a little disappointed that there was no such glimpse tonight, but.