What's more, I figured that whatever was good for the goose was also good for the gander, or to be more precise whatever was good for the goose soakin... her panties as she wandered about the parkland was good for the goose curled up in her chair peering with maximum magnification at those naked, smooth thighs in the hope of catching sight of gilded dribble.I started wearing panties. I drank more liquid, kept myself hydrated, ensured the pressure on my bladder was a constant throb. I concentrated. I knew I had to be careful because my friends could always see right through me and they all knew my husband! As I walked in I saw him across the room and after getting a drink went to say hi. Well I'm not sure if it was the drink, the excitement or what but there was an instant attraction. We flirted some more, talked quietly about Lush and the kind of night we were having etc. Then we were talked about how exciting it was exchanging pics and all the rude stuff we did. I was getting so turned. Again, without hesitation I helped the fantasy move along. She sat on my stomach facing me. Promptly, she began to slowly and sensually massage my breasts. Every moment or so she would lean over and suck a nipple. Oh yes, Joan sure had an extensive plan to please my lover!I lost sight of her at this point. Get the picture: I am stroking my man’s hard shaft. Sandra is sitting on my stomach and moving my breasts. I could not see Joan, but I feel this woman whom I had never met before, licking my. Her nails dug in to my back and in to my bum cheek as she held me tighter and tighter, I could feel myself about to burst“I going to cum”“Squirt it in me,” she cried outI erupted with force like a volcano, spurting my hot cum in to her little tight box, her pussy gripped my cock that hard I could hardly thrust in to her anymore. Squirt after squirt pumped past her gripping muscles and out of my cock deep inside her.I grunted with every squirt and she grunted as it splashed on to her pussy.