Not if her husband was actually enjoying the sight of her being shafted, of her big breasts swaying beneath her. “Uh!” she gasped. “It’s so bi...g!” She wanted to touch herself, but knew she wouldn’t be able to balance on just one arm. Finally she looked up at her husband. “Hold me, Greg,” she pleaded.Her husband stopped attending to his cock to put his arm around her. It wasn’t the most functional arrangement, but it was enough to stop her toppling as she reached back with one hand, finding her. She was a petite woman with long brown hair and green eyes. She had perfect facial features and a long neck that led down to her perfectly proportioned body. She had 32b tits which were complimented by her pert ass and thin waste. Although she was only 5ft 4 she oozed confidence and class. She arrived at her new apartment which had a large well lit balcony over looking one of the main streets. ‘I think I’m going to like it here she said’ before deciding to go and take a shower. She removed her. She just had to keep the bad ghosts away. She looked over at the front door to the strip joint, and just then, she saw a tall man walk in. She instantly recognized him as Marcel: he wore a light orange dress shirt and black pants. Remembering the Facebook photos of her that he especially liked, she wore the jean shorts and light green sleeveless top she’d had on in the photo he’d commented on, saying, ‘Sweetie-pie!’ This reaction of his made her correctly sense that his fantasy girl was. I made a change and took my bathing suit with me and a towel in case I wanted to hit the pool before the sauna. I jumped in the shower for a good wash and put my towel up and saw 2 other towels on the rack by the sauna, I wanted to see inside, but was to fogged up window, So I entered in. I stepped in and 1 guy was to the right of me on the top seat, he was a nice build ginger, had a belly, but nice beard, long shorts, so dark I couldn't check out anything he might be packing, So another guy,.