“Just a little more. I'm almost there.”“Cum in me, Mr. Mayor!” she moaned into my wife, squeezing around my cock.She slammed her pussy down my...cock. Her rump smacked into my thighs, my slacks whisking against her flesh. She moaned, licking, lapping. My wife trembled, her face twisting with rapture as she trembled on the desk.“Do it, Steve!” she moaned. “Oh, cum in her! Just flood her! She needs it!”“Yes!” I growled, my balls tightening.“I do!” whimpered Imogene. “I love it when you cum in me.. Massage your breast for me until your nipples become hard.Holding my breath, I did as bid. My hand, moving as though it really were controlled by someone else, described ever-decreasing circles on my right breast until I was concentrating solely on the nipple. I let my eyes close and my head rest on the back of the chair, until my breathing was in sync with the motions of my fingers. Both nipples were hard now, and, raising my other hand, I started to tease both nipples, still hiding them from. "I got here just after dark," I said. I noticed the startled look on her face but she quickly covered it up. "I was too weak to get out of the car," I lied."That was three hours ago," she said, helping me into the house and up to our bedroom. "You poor darling. Here's your pyjamas. I'll help you get them on."She put me to bed and took my temperature. When the thermometer showed my temperature was 104°F, it frightened her a bit. While she went to call the doctor, I lay in bed, the room spinning. They had been waiting for this all evening. If they had had a chance to speak before their encounter, Bill would have told Sam how a few days ago he had sucked a younger man in a stall at a truck stop and Sam would have admitted a mutual masturbation session in a dark alley a few weeks back. Both men were horny and were experienced cocksuckers. They quickly got on their side so they could finger each other’s ass while sucking. Sam enjoyed rimming but there was no space and no time. Each man.