Lesbian Hot Wife FFM Nude Beach Ménage
By
Jennifer Lynne
We made our way down to the secluded beach, picking our way through the small dunes, the sand delightfully hot beneath our bare feet. I followed closely behind my husband, Phil, my eyes fixed on his firm, round ass that was snuggled into the tightest pair of swim shorts I’d ever seen him wear. As for me, I had on the brand new swim suit I’d bought especially for this occasion – it was a bright, virginal white thong bikini with the thinnest of spaghetti straps holding up both the top and the bottom; the strings were so slim in fact, that from the rear my body looked to be completely naked. From the front, things were not all that much different - the miniscule twin triangles of flimsy white material barely covered my 38DD bouncing
