At first his hand touched me at the apex of my long thighs, his fingers probing and driving me crazy with lust, 'Do it', I moaned over and over, my na...rrow hips threshing, my own fingers undoing his flies, my hungry mouth kissing his pubic hair and crotch, licking his shaft and finally opening wide over his cock head and taking him deep within, by then I was on my knees as he lay on his back, my secret secretions running down my inner thighs, the powerful scent of my heat lost to him, but alive. He whispered something at her ear and Ana smiled…As I watched from my spot I saw Anita sigh as she rolled her head back, allowing him access to her red lips...I could only watch as this young man kissed deeply my wife.Then his hand dropped to her breast and he started massaging her round boobs through the thin fabric of her tight black dress. Suddenly I saw Ana reaching down to rub the increasing bunch in his trousers. He responded by pushing the hand on her thigh upwards, bunching the dress up. I moved my hand up her thigh. Still no protest. Rather, she eased back, closed her eyes and opened her legs.I took my cue and was soon gently massaging her, feeling how warm she already was through her yoga pants. ("Dressing for comfort, long haul," she had explained at Heathrow, not mentioning that the yoga pants also showed off her great legs and arse.)She was starting to squirm in her seat when she moved her hand over to me. I heard a slight gasp as she felt my hard, naked cock. Shamelessly,. Let me think a minute,” Jack said and sipped his drink. “Let’s start with appearance, I want her to look as good as you,” that drew a laugh from both of them. “”Oh, let’s say she should be proportional height and weight; she doesn’t need to be a movie star, just a normal good looking woman. I wouldn’t know how to capture a woman without hurting her or myself”. That got another laugh. “You said I could buy her at slave auction or have her delivered?” That got a nod from Fiona. “Would she be a.