My Wife Became A Whore For My Neighbor He suddenly appears above me, leaning over my back and supporting himself on his right hand as his left guides his pulsing dick to my entrance. “B-but he’ll see my nipples…” she stammers, blushing hard and trying to cover her chest. Right there! “That’s the point, silly…” I gently tap her hands away and re-angle the small mirror. So, we go dress shopping and I choose a gorgeous silk strapless dress for her that shows off her figure and, if seen at the right angle, gives anyone looking a good view down her chest, an essential part of my plan for her to seduce him. He breaks the kiss, pulling his fingers from my soaking hole and licking them free of my juices. Besides, it’s supposed to be good for the skin.”
There’s a flash as Andy takes a photo of me with the digital camera we’ve been using to document our relationship (yes, including erotic and hardcore pics), he turns the camera around to show me the result.
