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Peter’s wife greeted him in her black negligee when he arrived from his meeting with Helen. He could not bear to shower or wash away the memory of Helen’s pussy. His wife gives him a slow teasing kiss. She strokes his cheek and looks in his eyes. She says, ‘I can’t wait to smell your pubes’ . When at the coffee table., she pours them wine. Her matching black panties d**** from the arm of her chair by her elbow as she raises her glass. They are not there for him to ignore. She follows his eyes as he brings them to bear. Her nipples are prominent under thin black silk. She breathe… Read more