He was not pumping on his prick, just squeezing quite hard. Rob simply stood there, watching his wife. But his eyes glowed with excitement as much as ...his son's eyes did."Well," Sandy murmured softly, running a finger over her swollen clit, then down, slipping her finger into her cunt. "What are you two waiting for? Can't you see I'm ready for your cocks!" They moved to the bed, their eyes never leaving her naked body. Climbing onto the bed, one on each side of Sandy, she reached for their cocks. Remembering how he'd never liked this type of music until he'd seen her shadow dancing to it on her home's rear patio. Since then, he'd developed a taste for it from repeated listenings, her lithe form dancing before his mind's eye each time he heard it.Climbing the stairs he wondered for the millionth time if he should really make an approach, ask her out for dinner and a drink. He'd swear that in some of their recent conversations she'd left him openings for an approach. But he'd never been. ."Sie hatte immer geglaubt, Maenner wuerden nur auf dicke Busen abfahren, aber von Steve hatte sie gelernt, dass dem nicht so war. Sie betrachtete sich ausgiebig im Spiegel. Und es stimmte: Ihre Titten waren wirklich schoen, Sie hingen kein bisschen, waren rund und fest, und ihre kleinen dunkelbraunen Warzen waren eigentlich immer ein wenig erregt. Sie waren wirklich sehr sensibel.Claudias Blick wanderte ihren Koerper herab. Sie drehte sich, so dass sie sich von der Seite sehen konnte. Ein. .. "Why did you return?" Look, You want to own me, and control my life? For real?"I paused. To control every aspect of her life. What she should wear, what she ate, when she woke and when she was allowed to sleep ... What a horrible idea! Oh, and what a sweet, sweet idea. Had I ever felt these kinds of emotions before? Thinking back, a lot of conflicted memories suddenly became clear...I realized she was still waiting for an answer as my thoughts flew wildly between experiences with the women I.