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Second Steps in Amsterdam (FFM) - Part 2/2 (True Story)
Date: 11/13/2014, Author: 1cock2boobz, Rating: 8, Source: reddit
now hard nipples. She moaned. She moaned with every brush from her hands. She began to pant with excitement. I watched her legs tighten slightly to the woman’s touch. To be honest I had no idea what to do. I sat there attempting to take in every image before it left. “Why did I drink this much?! I won’t remember!”My wife, I think, finished. Based on her reaction though I don’t think she did. While the fingering and rubbing was nice. My wife wanted more. We exchanged niceties, my wife got dressed, and we walked down the stairs.“That was nice, but I wanted more.” I felt torn over the situation. I was VERY happy to watch, but this was a night for my wife. I would accept no less than her complete satisfaction. “Then we will find another.”She was somewhat troubled by the situation. I could tell she had high hopes for fulfilling her fantasy to be with another woman. Her experiences to date when she was younger far surpassed. It became even more so daunting as we cycled through the “I like her” to “No” when asked to play with my wife. I finally resorted to making scissoring actions with my fingers when attempting to break the language barrier. I was a desperate man :)We had all but given up hope. I asked her to let me try one more time. We walked past the live sex show (this night was a single woman on the bed...boo) and found a busty blonde wearing nothing but suspenders. “Her.” I walked to the door and in a chipper attitude she said “of course.”She was a 1.5m, Romanian, busty, ...