I kept looking over his wifes tits and ass and beautiful face and could not help thinking how good she looked in her nighty gown and how good her soft...cheeks felt when I pressed against them. I was the perfect gentleman and she seemed to relax and we all had a good time.back at their house, before more rain come in, I said, "Hey man, want to go for a short bike ride" and Ray said sure. I said, "I normally don't carry dudes on here, but give you a short ride as you may want to get your own. This continued for about 20-30 mins. Then suddenly she stared to move her hips more forwards and then she jerked her hips forward like to take more of my fingers inside her. And then relaxed. She had her climax. I could feel more warm juices flowing over my fingers. She had also stopped jerking my cock though had held it on. I removed my fingers and then felt the coolness over it as it was exposed to air. The same coolness u feel when ur skin is wet and air blows over it. My fingers were. I was as nervous as any woman could be, unless she was in the prison shower with a bunch of convicts with broom handles. I walked through the plaza's front door and showed Trish my new ID card."Hey girl look at you part of the team now," she said. "I didn't think you would come back to be honest." Oh why not?" I asked."With that body, I figured you would get a better offer by now," she said."Never was much of a pole dancer. I got no rhythm," I answered."That wouldn't matter. No one expects. That’s just amazing. I love it. Gods damn, that’s great. Just squeeze those bowels around my cock. Work yourself towards that orgasm.”I pinched her nipple. She gasped, her asshole squeezing about me.“My pussy is getting so hot, Son of Las!” she groaned, gripping me. “Mmm, that’s what you want to hear, right? How my bowels are driving you wild?”“Yes!” I growled, thrusting away at her. “Tell me how you’re going to cum like a whore on my dick.”“So hard!” she hissed, her hot bowels melting around.