She handedme the bottle of red polish. Grace took one of my feet onto her lap,and stretched one of hers onto mine. The result was that I was staring...right at her pussy as I began to paint her nails. I know this may soundstrange, but I was kind of getting off on this simple little act ofshared intimacy.As we did each other's nails, Grace told me what she'd been doing allday while I cleaned her place. She had been shopping and bought each ofus an outfit to wear on our dinner date. I was. “I think that perhaps I had better do as Hazel has instructed,” came a very deep, mellow voice. “After all, she is my wife and I know better than to defy her!” I heard John laugh, as he saw the shock and delight on my face. There was another man in here with us! John took control. He slid under me, guiding me so I straddled him. I felt the gloriously familiar feel of his beautiful, very satisfyingly sized cock as he entered me. I then felt the large hands of the other man on my hips as he. . Christ, how low could a person sink? Well, he knew he was going to find out; he couldn't help himself. He would go to the summer house at Ste. Agathe des Monts tomorrow.He didn't know but what Madeleine suspected something. She had hardly spoken to him after leaving the party at Uncle Gaston's, nor he to her, and the little conversation they had exchanged seemed desultory and strained. He wondered if she had seen him going off with Ginny; he doubted it, but then, of course, he wasn't certain.. It held her arms pulling them forward and using them to push her back making her force it a blowjob, using her throat for it's pleasure as the length of it's member extended to a full 12 inches. It pulled out letting her gasp a breath of air. She looked at it with fear through tear filled eyes that smeared her mascara, running down the sides of her face. Her mouth was wide open letting in breaths of air still gasping then it's big dick was forced back in all the was down and back up again over.