She could always smile no matter what. ‘Always ready. How about you?’ ‘Let’s go.’ We piled in her car and drove down to the school. On the ...way there, we engaged in our usual lighthearted kind of conversation. Suddenly, she hit the wheel and swore, something I had never heard he do before. I looked over at her, the fading sunlight streaming through the windshield and falling on her features. ‘What’s the matter?’ I asked. This had me concerned, not for my safety, but she meant so much to me I. Do ... whatever ... you ... wish!” Britta-Lise howled as she took me balls deep inside her creamy twat.“Damn, that ass of yours ... I love those freckles on your cheeks ... they really turn me on so much! So does your brown eye! This is my butt, isn’t it? Your tushy is mine!” I taunted my wife as she screamed my name.“Yes ... yes ... yes ... Hank ... you ... own ... my ass! It’s ... yours ... it’s yours, honey ... I swear!” she vocally surrendered the booty as well as physically.“Yes, I own. Her white strapless bra soon joined the small pile of clothes on the tile floor and Heather felt goose pimples crawl up her arms and her small pink nipples hardened in the cool air of the bathroom. Shivering a little she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her white satin panties and pulled them off, kicking them onto the pile of clothes and impatiently put her hand into the shower to see if it had warmed up.Finding that the water was warm to the touch, Heather eagerly stepped into the clear. I then grabbed her hand and guided her back down the beach toward our condo. A few hands actually came out of the car windows and waved to let us know they really enjoyed the show. After we were a few minutes down the beach, I let my EX open her eyes again. It was dark but I couldn't see any tears in her eyes and no sign of crying again. It took a good 30 minutes to get back to our condo but finally I had her back in my living room. I decided to jump in the shower with her and I let her run the.