...e........... a...... ass.....eeeeehhh stop but don't stop, I don't now what I'm doing!! she said as she held me tight. I guided my lips to her nip...ples as my fingers tip toed to her clit .As my fingers came into contact with the lips of her wet hole my breath increase I couldn't wait any more and also her she couldn't hold t any more. Baby fuck me she said no more caressing I want you all in me,while she said that her Hands where strocking my sensitive veined cock. I helped her to remove my. Tom usually played somewhat sexually with my wife, grabbing her ass or giving it a slap as he would walk by when he would be at our house at a party. Sylvia and I got along great, and many times I felt she on-purpose would slide her hands up and down my shoulders and arms, seeming to enjoy the touch of my body.As our swinger fantasies centered on Tom and Sylvia more and more, the thought came to us that perhaps we should try to see if they were interested in becoming swingers for real. My wife. 'I'm a little older than you men are used to', I replied with a sense of bravado, I was still nude under my short dress and top, which daddy had undid a few more buttons, that did very little to hide my pointed breasts, which had captivated the little rotund man staring at them.'I love your sense of dress', he said slavishly, his fat lips wet with the constant licking his tongue was supplying with copious amounts of saliva.My eyes were locked on his mouth, my labia were as wet as his lips, so. It came from deep in her heart with a tiny snort in the middle of it that is so much cuter than you would think. When we had a moment during the hectic struggle to get the meal done, we thought back on our presents. As always, she received a heart necklace to symbolize me giving her my heart and she got one collectible Barbie doll which I had done for as long as I had known her. I on the other hand received a black pair of corduroy pants and a bottle of old spice aftershave. Finally the.