My husband is David and he is six foot two inches tall with a build on him. He works out a lot at work and on his days off. He has sandy dirty blond... hair and a goatee. Now that you have an idea what we look like here is what happened to me. One weekend we had Ted and Elizabeth over the house. We had a few drinks and were up working up a thirst for more. Liz and Ted brought a game over the house. It was a game called Passes up. Passes Up is a game that no one actually can win. You go. On the way, we stopped at the beach bar to buys some beers. Claire walked on a few yards ahead of us. As we got to the sand, she bent over to undo her sandals and gave us both a fantastic view of white panties and the shape of her pussy between her legs.As she did this, Martin rushed forward and said, 'I'll do that for you."She just giggled, knowing full well why he wanted to undo her shoes, but she did her best to act innocent. He knelt down in front of her and seemed to take ages untying her. ‘Why?’ Scott’s voice was slightly whiny. ‘We need to be alone. I bet there is a couch you can crash on in the living room.’ ‘I don’t want to get dressed!’ I got up, went to my linen closet and got him a sheet, ‘you can wrap yourself in this.’ I told him. Scott knew there was no point in arguing, so he took the sheet, wrapped it around himself and went into the other room. I was standing at the foot of my bed, completely nude when Kevin turned back to face me, ‘Come here,’ he said softly, as. Her soft ivory skin covered in a silky silver shirt that did not leave much to the imagination as she was obviously not wearing a bra beneath it. With hands in the pockets of her blue jeans she blushed up at him. He closed his eyes then opened them again she was still there. ‘Sarah?’ he managed to squeak out. ‘Hi…’ her face was now as red as her shirt. ‘Sarah..wwha what are you doing here?’ He fumbled backwards to let her walk in the door kicking some clothing out of her path and clearing a.