I don't like how boldily he is perving at my wife but i do like to see the frustration in his face.The older man clear his voice and Andrea and i look... at him,his eyes are black,very deep,like his voice when suggest to Andrea read her hand.I already know her answer,an annoyed no,like the one i always get,especially when her skin get envolved so i can't belive to see her stretching the arm and putting the pale and delicate palm in his,strong and callous one.He notes my surprise and gelousy, ,he. I was slightly dozing off about half an hour later when Alexis called me. I shut the TV off, figuring I would check what she needed and hit the bed a little early. I walked up the stairs and to her office, but she wasn’t there. I called, “Honey, where are you?” “In the bedroom,” she called out. I yawned as I walked into my room and stopped mid-yawn. On our bed was my Alexis in her Supergirl outfit, also on the bed was a Superman outfit and even more shocking was our camcorder on a tripod. As the strand finishedfalling down, it formed a dime sized pool and I,keeping an eye on Oracle’s vision which wasconveniently glued to the TV screen, brought my hand tomy mouth and licked the blubber of that sticky thickbodily fluid. Oh what a heady taste and deliciousaroma.I had to get close to it so I let my head fall sidewaysas if I had dozed off and sure enough his limp andheavy cock, along with the long hanging hairy balls,landed on my nose. The balls splayed to both sides ofmy nose. And then down into my shorts. She touched my dick. It jerked and twitched. And she pulled her hand back."Off?" Lindsay said. I was scared fucking shitless. But I didn't know how to stop.I wiggled my hips and my shorts came down across my thighs."Nice boxers," Lindsay said.I just laughed."Well yeah. Thanks," I said.She reached her hand down. Touched my chest. Then touched my stomach. And slid her hand down to my waist. I looked at her. I moved my hands up to her boobs. Tweaked her nipples. And I.