"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Marne voiced sultrily. Whether it was a sounding of agreement with Creagon's reasoning, or just a general all-around voicing of how Marne was feeling at that minute, Marne stepped free. of her husband's relaxed grasp.

As Creagon watched, his huge cock giving spasmodic little jerks and oozings of pre-seminal liquid, Marne unfastened the laces that held her negligee together across its bodice. The loosened strands revealed more and more of Marne's deep cleavage, more and more of Marne's creamy-white breasts.

Finally, with an experienced and sexy shrugging, Marne let the negligee slip off her shoulders, drop down around her body to form an apricot-colored pool around her ankles.

"Jesus, am I really lucky enough to have married what I'm now seeing?" Creagon asked, resisting his immediate impulse to feel his naked flesh against Marne's naked flesh. Creagon momentarily contented himself in just admiring what had been revealed before him.

Marne's flesh was white, not the pale white of many light-complexioned people, but rather a pale, creamy whiteness that seemed to glow from the inside out.

Marne's breasts flowed out from the top of her torso, large melons of flesh that were solid and heavy but unsagging. Each breast was tipped by a large, blood-glutted nipple that looked like a rocket ready to be fired from its circular launch-pad. The breasts cleavage was deep, opening up on a flat stomach that was smooth and hairless all the way down to and beyond Marne's indented navel.

Titian curls covered Marne's sex mound, bushing thickly so that Marne's pussy mouth was almost hidden in the tangled growth.

Long, seemingly never-ending legs dropped away, creamy thighs parenthesizing the fire-hued pussy triangle.

"You one of those kinky guys who get off just by looking?" Marne asked, taking a deep indraw of breath that made her breasts balloon even larger, almost bringing her swollen nipples into contact with Creagon's muscled chest.