which would leave her heavy boobs completely unfettered, allowing them to jiggle and sway beneath the thin, clingy fabric throughout the evening. No… pulled her panties to the side… he couldn’t believe how aroused he’d become just watching his wife getting railed by this artist guy. Roger was smitten, and ended up asking her out by the end of the evening. uhn…uhn… drinking wine, and eating fancy hors d’oeuvres. At one point, Claude seemed to lean into Lindsey and whisper something in her ear… it wouldn’t be any fun for you.”
Roger chuckled, and said, “Maybe not… but given the boxes stacked near the front of the room, he couldn’t see what was going on. Lindsey had her hands on the table in front of her for support… she let out a guttural moan… Roger thought he saw his wife giggle… and with her eyes closed and her tits still bouncing around beneath her… goddamn, Claude… how long has this shit been going on?”
Still blushing…
