..” he interrupts himself with a groan, as I take off my bra, and raise his hands to my breasts. I gasp as he grips them hard, the large double D's ...verflowing his strong hands.Suddenly his demeanor changes, as he pulls me roughly to him, and starts grinding his hard cock against me. I gasp, as I feel how big it is, even through both of our pants.Just as I imagined he would, he shoves all the stuff off his desk to the floor in one dramatic swoop. Then he takes me in his arms, kissing me. She made him stand up while her finger was still inside him. He was like her puppet. Then she made him stroke his cock while we watched. I was rubbing my pussy and Maritha was rubbing hers. I think she was also rubbing inside him. His cum shot out onto the floor when Maritha started to come. I started right after she did." And I started right when she stopped talking. I stayed fairly quiet, but Celine could certainly tell, and I also heard a feminine giggle from the next booth. When I was. ." He paused, and looked round at me, "So what happened when she got home?"I had been sitting in my chair for the last hour, waiting to hear her come home and promising myself that I'd remain in control. If anything I wanted to enjoy what maybe the last few moments of our marriage. I wanted her to see how she had betrayed us, how she'd destroyed a great love. Let her know that she was losing a great husband. Let her feel some of the pain that I feel. I wanted at least some moral victory out of. Anyway she got hold of my now bulging area on top of my jogging type trousers and started working it in gentle circles and told me to finger her as she was getting wet , I never been very good at this if honest but anyhow firstly felt her whole bush with hand and rubbed it like stroking a cat pussy and then put two fingers whilst a little shaky up her vagina and moved them up and down , she started gently making orgasmic noises , I was stiff as a post now she put her hand down my pants and.