. will you hitch your skirt up so's I can see your... yoursuspenders and stocking-tops?" I'd been purposely sitting more demurelysince she'd come in, ...as I didn't want to offend her and didn't have theguts to let her see what I was wearing!"Sure!" I replied, sliding my skirt up my nylon-clad thighs and revealingall of my stocking-tops and suspenders, "Is that okay?" And do you mind if I join you and undo my robe?" she asked rathersheepishly."Be my guest!" I told her, "Do whatever you want! There. As I said that I, pulled her hand up my skirt and jammed it hard against my sopping wet hole. I held her hand hard against my cunt and rubbed my bulging clit on her fingers.Carol pulled her hand away and said,"Just because I don't like men, it doesn't mean I want this" She got up and headed for the door, I thought I'd made a terrible mistake. But I was so horny now, I was gagging for sex, I tried again with her. I turned towards her and spread my legs as wide as they would go, offering my wet. Within a few days all the arrangementswere settled, and relatives from across the countrycame to the funeral. I know funerals aren?t supposedto be much fun, but it seemed like my Dad?s was moresorrowful than most, probably because he was only 40,and a real good guy. Not surprisingly the receptionback at my house was also a bummer. I decided I neededa break from all the gloom and doom surrounding thefuneral, so I retreated to my room to masturbate. I was sort of a cross dresser at that point, so. He knows that you need to know what it is like to be with a stud gloated Deva. His face shines with her pussy juice. His dick was bouncing from the blood coursing through it.Deva was ready to fuck her now and his cock was obviously ready to get to it. Fuck me Deva, please fuck Me.” my wife said to him. “Fuck me now. Please. Before I fuck you, I want your hubby over here to beg me to fuck you.” Deva growled. He stood up now in front of me, towering over me with his stacked body. “Beg me to fuck.