In fairness it had been quite a while since she’d had a man ( Or a woman for that matter)and she wanted to get the most out of the situation I think.... This ended up with me fucking her face to face, with my wife caressing us both, talking to us, encouraging us, telling me that it was ok for me to come inside Angela, as she could wait until later when we’d gone home for her share. Angela and I had a spirited, lovely fucking session, enhanced by my wife’s encouragements and fondling. This. ..” said Sandra. “I thought everything was everything was ok until Josh noticed my turd had lots of corn in it.” Sandra was a thin blond with big eyes, nice boobs and a cute tight butt. “Corn?” said Jenny Jenny was a thin brunet with big eyes, nice boobs and a cute tight butt. “Yes” replied Sandra “Josh knew Walter asked me to go to the Cornfest at Angell Park in Sun Prairie. I told Josh I wouldn’t go to Cornfest with Walter because Walter would want me to suck on. Except that it was now too big for her, holding her boobs only loosely. The best my wife could do to fix that was tying knots in the straps to pull the top in closer to her breasts. Even so it stayed delightfully loose on her, but all I said was "yeah, that works." The bottom however fit fine - what little there was of it. To call it a low rider would be giving it too much credit for decency.To be honest this part of the story isn't leading to any great climax, my wife's tits never fell out and. He called the church, left a voicemail for Morris. He never heard back, so he dropped it.He missed her. Not a day, a half a day, or even an hour went by when he didn’t think of her. He relived their loving so many times it was like a continuous loop in his brain. He could feel her, could taste her. He thought about how lonely she must be, with her secret, their secret, eating away at her conscience. So, this is love, he thought, when my gut aches in radiating swirls. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it..