Mustafa went to my wardrobe and chose a tiny flared mini skirt that I hadn't worn since my teen days, to add to this was chosen a very tight white tee...-shirt, a G-string and no bra, plus a pair of my highest heeled shoes.Just seeing myself dressed like this turned me on and I badly wanted Jamal to fuck me, but he said we were going out but would not tell me where. As we walked towards my car I was conscious of how I looked and hoped no-one else on the avenue could see me. As I drove towards town. Like masturbating, only with a trusted friend who does it for me in a way I can't. When I kiss the inside of her thighs the way I know she likes it, tickle her clit with my tongue lightly until she's dribbling clear anticipation from the bottom of her slit, it feels like it would to take her to the spa and give her a pedicure. And, for some reason, the guys in our life just don't come close. So, here we are at it again, for the hundredth time, horny to get each other off and settled into the. .suddenly i felt a little pressure on my asshole ..I turned around to see the husband rubbing his now hard cock against my tight puckered hole ..his cock was covered with precum…he gently applied pressure till the large cock-head slipped passed my tight sphincter..i moaned in pain but that unbelievable feeling of fullness enveloped my body…he gradually started fucking me with long deep strokes..I could feel is cock hitting my prostate sending shivers of pleasure down my body..my cock became. Paul had insisted just as we had that on no account was she to wear knickers or a bra on the night.Rihanna planned to put her hair up in a French pleat with the little hat pinned on top. To me, the whole outfit looked lovely. I could just imagine how cute and sexy she was going to look.‘Will you do your make up the same as you did for us?’ I asked.‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘Paul and the others commented on my make up that night with you guys and have asked I do the same thing next week.’‘Did Paul say.