Bringing my middle and index fingers together I let them squeeze her nipple as the rest of my hand plays with the surrounding flesh.Eyes closed, 'H' b...eathily whispers, “Yes, you have.”I kiss her to let her know that she is correct. We start making out all over again, only now I am fondling 'H'’s wonderful breasts. I run my hand over the shirt fabric, up to the soft smooth skin of her cleavage. I let my fingers flirt with the top material and the idea of sliding inside. 'H' has pulled my shirt. Before I walked into our bedroom I heard them both moaning, especially my wife, like I never heard her moan with me! I could hear the popping of her pussy as his big black cock was pounding away at it and I stepped into the room. I had a side view of them so they didn’t notice me, so I watched silently like a pathetic pervert! They were both naked and she was on all fours with him fucking her from behind, both hands on her shoulders driving his big black cock in n out of her pussy hard! I. "I'm glad you came to see me, Sean," rasped the old woman. "It means a lot to me."Nothing in the room could shake the young man from his torpor. The feeling began even before he registered as a guest at the reception area. The sight of the glass and brick structure, the giant round sign with a white 'H' on a green background, the alabaster statue of a hooded man with outstretched arms on the lawn, and the burst of an ambulance siren by the emergency entrance, all were enough to make him wish he. Hell, if that were the case, maybe she should be happy for the idiot. Thank Christ she hadn’t had kids with him. She stared at herself in the restroom mirror, caught by surprise at the svelte and glamorous woman looking back at her. God, I’m still here. Still young… Ten years might have passed by her in a haze of lesson plans and curriculum development, but at thirty-five Sylvia Steele was just hitting her womanly stride—physically at any rate. Both her professional pin-stripe and weekend.