There was a chest of drawers. He opened the top drawer. Pants and socks. Eurgh. Still nothing. He slid the drawer shut again and tried the next. Bras ...and swimming costumes. Nope. The next contained T-shirts and tops.“Fucks sake!” Amos slid the last drawer shut angrily. Desperately, he looked around, failing to see any likely hiding places. Nope. It was a bust. The bottom drawer was sticking out ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable. Dejected, he kicked it shut as he moved past to leave the. Her pussy had dripped come and was running down her and onto the sheet underneath her. I admired my handy work and then realized I had to clean her out so I could have some fun. I left her there in a puddle of her own come and went to get the enema bag ready. After a few minutes I called for Erica to come to the bathroom. She new I was planning something new, but wasnt sure what it was. I had assured her that it was all her idea. Erica walked into the bathroom, looking less flushed and much. Since my husband haven’t seen my costume, I thought I would be fun to find out how vishal behaved in my absence. I join the party and soon spotted my husband in his costume in the dark on the dance floor, dancing and flirting with every hot chick he could get his hands on the dance floor. I could see him kissing and playing with hot chick, I being very seductive myself joined him and got his 100% attention towards me. Vishal forgot about his young slut in no time and was all over me in no time.. So this was a step to get her more comfortable to trying new things sexually I suggested maybe letting me cum on her feet in person instead of just tributing a picture to help her feel more open to it. After emailing and exchanging numbers, and me saving my load we finally did a meet and greet at the bar. I was just hoping that I'd get to at least see her soles in person. We met at a bar and had a few drinks after that they invited me back to their place. At this point I started to get excited..