A bra would be of no use to her.She turns and looks at me, exposing her hairless masculine chest withsix-pack abs and full curved pecs. It was as she ...could sense that thesight of her gorgeous bare chest excited me. She pulls down her jeans andrevels that she is wearing a jockstrap. The straps of her jock frame theflat hard cheeks of her ass. The pouch is filled, not with a cock bulgeof course, although a cock would look quite at home on her boy-ish body,but rather with the pouting labia of her. I didn’t say anything went to ears and said in me, for you and planted a soft kiss to her cheeks. I didn’t know what I was doing but it was all playing like notes on piano. She slowly came to me and hugged me and planted a kiss on my lips.She said this is the way you should have done it. We went to the bed room and kissed each other. She sat on the bed and shifted inside. I slowly went to her hugged her and we lied and started a passionate kiss. This time we were literary exchanging our. Of all the scenarios I ever fantasized, I never ever considered it would happen on a river bank with some guy we just met by happenstance. Yet this was going to be the perfect moment to get her fucked by another guy. I was always trying to find a way to convince her to play, and today was looking like a good day. From my view, under the blanket, my wife was standing in front of me wearing nothing but her pink and yellow polka-dot bikini bra and panties. With her dress was bunched up around her. Suddenly you pull out, and I cry out in distress. You spin me around and place your forearm against my neck, pinning me to the wall. Your other hand comes up and you grab my breast, holding its weight as you rub your thumb across my distended nipple. Whimpering with need, my head falls back against the wall. You twist and pluck my nipple, pinching it and pulling on it until I cry out. Then you move to the other nipple treating it to the same treatment. Seething with passionate arousal, I hear.