Christ, no bra either? Hot damn! I thought.I grabbed her braless tits and held her tight. Sheturned around and lay forward against the cool surfaceof ...the tile, holding her ass tight against me. She puther arms over her head on the big tile, leaving me todo what I wanted.I wasted no time. She was so wet I aligned my cockheadagainst her and gently pushed as she spread her legsslightly. She braced herself in order to take my cockmeat as I began to penetrate her warmth. She left herarms over her,. During the past few months, my wife now had been getting fingered by strangers quite often. She now was letting men touch her on the dance floor however they wanted. She even sat between a guy named Art and I. Art pulled her panties down and fingered the shit out her. She got so hot she was bucking hard up against his hand. Julia was starting to like her new hot wife skills and the situation was rapidly transforming from “if she would let another man fuck her” to “when is she going to get. Sleep training is a bit like practicing martial art forms. It teaches the moves, but not the dance itself,” I said.“Good analogy,” Ashley said as she came up to hug me. My blond concubine was wearing a porn star’s version of a catholic schoolgirl outfit. She had on black thigh high stockings and a black garter belt. Around her waist was a red plaid skirt that barely covered her ass while she was standing. Her breasts were covered by a white button down blouse that was tied in a knot just below. As her tongue lightly touched his teeth, he sucked down hard. He trapped the pink, agile little tip between his lips making sure his teeth held her firmly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep her from escaping. Then he teased her tongue tip with his. Light, flickering motions soon reduced her to quivering mass begging to be fucked.Releasing her tongue allowed her to gasp out, "God, you make me feel like a whore! I never wanted cock more in my life! Your cock!" His hands stroked up and down.