The next evening, after dinner, I saw my wife sitting forward on the sofa, in a much more formal posture than was ordinary for her, and an expression ...f serious concentration on her face. I could see by the small movements of her lips, that she was counting. I noticed her doing this at regular hours after we ate supper, at seven and then again at nine pm. Noticing me observing her on one of these occasions, she smiled and explained, ‘Enrique wants me to do this right, according to the book, so. I got dressed in my usual attire, a light white t-shirt with a green singlet over it and a green and white pair of shorts with white cotton panties. I didn't wear a bra as my a cups didn't need much help staying put and the white t-shirt was a snug fit on my body. I got to the race early and it was still a bit chilly. I registered and took off my singlet to attach the number to the front evenly then put it back on. It was then I noticed my nipples were hard from the chill. About the same. Come had begun to seep from my cock and formed a damp patch on the front of my shorts. She ran her finger across the damp patch, pushing the fabric against my prick. The cum seeped through and a tiny droplet formed on the front of my shorts. She took one finger and gently wiped the cum onto her finger. Laying back on the bed, she looked up into my eyes and put her finger to her mouth. She tasted my salty juices and smiled up at me. 6 she whispered, Now! I knelt down onto the bed, parting her. He didn’t want to give in to her desire too quickly. Dezerae wanted him. She stared hard as she took in his lean, muscular physique by the bedside. His body was chiseled with perfection, and his legs were long and sinewy. Her eyes locked between his tanned thighs, transfixed on his full erection. Her breath came fast, and her heart pounded at the sight of him. She moved her fingers quicker, gliding them over the flesh beneath. Up, down, back and forth, faster and faster. ‘Babe,’ she whimpered.