"Vance, stop that," Jeanne admonished her husband, "the children will hear us!!!"
"Stop what," he teased, while continuing to ram his index finger in and out of his wife's
fat pussy!!! "That," she said in an exasperated voice, "you know that in another minute
I'll be climbing the walls and begging you to fuck me!!!" He laughed an evil chuckle and
replied, "That my dear, is just what I had in mind," while all the time twisting his finger
harder and harder in her molten crack!!! "Ohhhhhhh," she sighed, "that feels so good,
you know how much I love getting fingered!!!" "It's your own fault," he retorted, "if you
wouldn't wear those low cut bras and bikini panties I could probably control
myself!!!"
It was a game they played almost every night, Jeanne would purposely undress next to the
bed so her husband Vance would get and eyeful of tits and ass, and invariably, he couldn't
resist the temptation, and like Pavlov's dog, she had him conditioned to u... MORE
