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After three years of marriage and eight together I still smiled every time I looked at her. Dark hair, full lips, and blue eyes that sparkled. She was 28, slender on top with breast that were halfway between a b and c cup, but her butt ... her hips flared wide from her waist, with an ass that was big, round, and slightly heart shaped. It was definitely a head turner. Right now in her yoga pants and her oversized t-shirt, her feet up on the dash in the passenger’s seat, she looked damn near perfection to me.The camping gear was in the back of the jeep, as we rolled down the highway, a Blake Shelton song on the radio. She leaned over and gave me a kiss. “Hey babe,” she said, her hand playing with my stubble, “Think we’ll get there in time for a hike today.”I checked my watch, “Shouldn’t be a problem, looks like we’re running a little ahead of what we thought.”Her hand stroked my khaki shorts. “ a head hmm...” she smiled at her own bad pun. She smoothly unzipped my fly and pulled out my. Pim would make excursions to the mall and visit Victoria’s Secret and other lingerie shops with Henk’s money and buy outfits to drive me wild. With her exotic Asian looks and petite frame I particularly liked a yellow baby doll and panty set with stockings that really complimented her beautiful skin tone. Pim bought outfits in every color of the rainbow and enjoyed the reaction on my face and in my eyes as she would model a lavender or pink set of lingerie. I would become the wide-eyed teenage boy again and she would become the incredibly hot wife next door that I had fantasized about. Our sex just kept getting better and better. Pim loved a lot of foreplay and she taught me how to control my orgasm and release. She would suck on my cock and take me exactly to the edge of no return. Then she would press down with her thumb to block my release and stop the fellatio until I could regain control. Pim would do this again and again until I could really establish control. Pim would put my.
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I walked close to Daddy out the front door and down the driveway. He held the leash firmly at his side. I took small steps and felt the plug moving slightly inside me. The outside air hit my pussy and I smelled myself under the trench coat. I look up at Daddy to see if he had smelled it, too. He nodded ever so slightly at me and smiled a tiny smile. His attention shifted to Donnie, his neighbor across the street. My heart stopped as Donnie acknowledged us and crossed the street. I had waved to him last week when I had wheeled the garbage and recycling bins out to the curb, but of course I hadn’t been collared and leashed then. “Hey, Man,” Donnie nodded at Daddy. Daddy transferred the leash to his other hand, so he could shake Donnie’s hand. My heart raced as I felt the furnace of my pussy swell and tingle. Donnie’s eyes slid over my face and down my body. He looked back at Daddy, a little confused. Daddy’s face betrayed nothing. I chewed on my lip. Donnie squinted and hesitatingly.

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