" I love you my evil goddess queen."As they hugged and rocked they talked about near future plans, about looking for a job, about SHE's big gig a week... from Saturday, about the band's next practices before the performance and how much she wanted to work up his new song, about her teaching him conversational French and how he knew how to read it, but never had much confidence talking it, about how many times they would fuck each other and how many different places, how he'd make the apartment. '"Regan reveled in the fact that she could make Andy so flustered. She was just as agitated as he was – and she knew it."I'm wet," Regan giggled as she moved Andy's fingers to the juncture of her thighs. He found that she was honest: there was no impediment to his exploration and she was already aroused.He found his attention drifting from the road and pulled his hand away."We're going to wind up on the sidewalk," Andy told her."We'll get back to that later," Regan promised. As always, his. When Wanda excused herself saying she needed to look in on Mollie Mr. Waite proposed that she wait."What is your verdict my dear?"Wanda looked befuddled, surprised to be asked for her opinion. Hesitantly, "She has certain qualities," Wanda paused. "Harold, why are you asking me? I have no experience judging such things." I value your judgment. You saw something in her. What did you see?" Well, all right Harold, if you insist. I saw a pleasing exterior that could charm the pants off of certain. For my part, I had removed my shorts, and also was enjoying the freedom of movement the thong gave me. Before she got too drunk, I suggested we go for a dip. I couldn’t wait to see what the bikini looked like when soaked through. We entered the sea slowly. My wife’s body was so exposed anyway, wearing the three scraps of material, that I was permanently semi-erect, filling the pouch of the thong to overflowing. To remain anywhere near to decent, I had to make my penis lie sideways along the.