Meanwhile wild horses couldn't have dragged her away from that knothole. Shelly was wearing what had to be the world's smallest bikini. She was a married woman, and she really did love her husband, Don. Shelly's huge silky-skinned tits seemed to be swelling as Frank molded them. Her long eyelashes were at half mast, and she was smiling seductively. I'm not sure I could do that to Joan. She would have given anything just then to have a man.
I really miss having a man in my life. She pulled up his T-shirt and wriggled her stiff nipples into the thick hair mat. Frank gave a muffled groan. She'd never spied on anybody before, and she'd never watched others getting it on. She didn't have to wonder what was giving her all these crazy ideas. Nobody can see us. She thought about it and decided that Frank and Shelly would probably just tell her to take a hike. Here, just feel this. I'm not sure I could do that to Joan. He was new on her route, a blond hunk, and he'd looked terrific in his uniform. The fly of his shorts was obscenely tented. She unfastened it and tossed it aside, and Frank's eyes almost popped as he ogled her melon-sized tits and big cone-shaped nipples. Yesterday Vicky had gotten the hots for the mailman. But they'd been married for seven years now, and their sex life wasn't as exciting as it used to be. Frank quickly returned with the drinks, and he and Shelly began to chat. They slid out of their chairs and onto the soft freshly mowed lawn. She was angry, but she was fascinated. She had her neighbor's husband so hot for her that he couldn't control himself. Shelly wrapped her fingers around the thick blue-veined column of meat and began pumping it, and Frank groaned with excitement. The crotch of his jockey shorts was bulging with an enormous hard-on. She pulled off his T-shirt and tugged down his shorts. She tugged at the top of her bikini, loosening it a little so it looked like her big firm tits were about to pop out. She glanced around to see if anybody was watching, then pressed a hand to her pouting cunt-mound. She'd have been terribly embarrassed to be caught spying on him. Would Frank be able to resist her come-on?
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