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Duration: 4min 35sec Views: 266 Submitted: 22.07.2019
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After my rather drunken night, I was a little apprehensive about going down to breakfast and seeing James the young waiter or Henri the barmen, with whom hubby Tom had shared me the previous night. All sorts of thoughts went through my mind - that it would be all over the hotel, that having had a bit of fun with an older woman they would treat me as a bit of a joke or a slut. Hubby had reassured me that he had been up for it as much as I had and he had really enjoyed himself - perhaps even too much as he was more dead than alive. For myself, when I woke, I was tired and my body felt as if it had been trampled by a herd of elephants. I was still in my garter belt and stockings although the latter were laddered and the former covered in dried cum as were my breasts, hair and pubic hair. The memories came flooding back of a night when for the first time in my life I had set absolutely no limits and really let myself go.

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I just turned twenty-nine a few months ago. Yes, we got married young. We have two children, ages eight and ten. After our second child was born I joined a health club to get my out of shape body back in shape. My breasts went from 34B to 36C. And I did breast feed both kids.

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Joy stopped and looked at us all. My wife stood before us in a blue suit with a skirt about 2 inches above her knees. It showed her long legs off really well and I knew she felt good in it.
It was Monday and we were back at school. We'd had such a hot weekend. I took her in all sorts of positions, in all sorts of places about my apartment, and insisted she keep her boots on almost every time. She reminded me of a dominatrix, it was so fucking sexy. The whole day I couldn't pass her without thinking about it, and I knew it was written all over my face when she sent me secret