It was somehow typical of the man, maybe typical of both of them. Greg enjoyed a good fuck, and he didn’t need romance to excuse it. Still, he usual...ly liked the girls he fucked. He thought they were doing him a good deed, and he didn’t think that he was doing them any evil. As long as they were both pleased and both unharmed, bringing guilt into it was ridiculous. And, if there was no guilt, then there was no taking.Gayle seemed to feel the same way. She was fond of him, and she was glad he was. As the saying goes, with Jim ‘what you saw was what you got.’ I asked myself if I loved him or was just flattered that I’d managed to attract a man younger than myself, but I grew increasingly eager for his visits, and started to feel the preliminary stages of sexual arousal when in his presence, I knew I was involved and probably in love with him. Then demon stepped in at last. ‘You can get what you want, just tempt him. Let him see you in your bikini again, or let him catch you in your. She swallowed frantically for a minute, making sure she got every drop as he slowly pulled his cock from her mouth. She sat back up, and noticed a biker standing at the end of the bar watching them. Glancing at her master and seeing him nod slightly, she shot the biker an inviting smile, and then at her masters quiet orders, went into the ladies room and removed both the vibrator and plug, cleaning both and placing them in her purse. When she stepped out of the ladies room, she saw that the. He said, “Yeah right, that would be the day! My little prude of a wife dressed like a slut. I wish!” So I said, “ You wish now, do you? Well, you just may get your wish and a lot more but first, let me remind you that you are the one who freaked out and made me change my bikini so it is you that is the prude. I, if you must know, am far from being a prude. In fact, I am an exhibitionist slut. Hardly a day goes by that I don’t flash my bald cunt at somebody.” There, I had said it. I waited for.