She started to rub her thumb around my cock head. Round and round she went, sliding her thumb over my helmet, my cock naturally started to react. "God...I love a responsive cock, my husband's only gets hard if he is watching porn!" Diane said. "Shame, I get hard just thinking of you. Can't tell you how many wanks I've had just thinking about our train secession," I told her. "Really! You wank over thoughts of me?" she asked. "Of course I do, you have a sexy, sensuous body!" I replied. "Show me,". The lid, soon to be closed, she so neatly tucked into her coffin, it to be lowered into the damp earth, all to rot.Oh God, poor Rickie, Mom, Dad what do they look like now?We weren’t close when attending Norte Dame. The truth, I didn’t like her. She was proud, stuck up and only responded to a hello if in the mood, a corridor passerby ignored by other students as a snob. Years later, after she looked me up, we met over coffee in Seattle. She’d changed. She was bubbly to the point of felicity, no. We were both a little buzzed, not drunk, but feeling pretty good. He was turning on some lights and locking the door as I went to put away our coats. Just as I finished hanging them up and closing the closet door I turn around to find him standing behind me. He had a smile on his face partly from his buzz, partly from being horny and the last part from being in love with me. I could see it in his eyes, he wanted me. That smile and those eyes - I could never resist them. Of course he knows this.. One of them was obviously feeling her titsand the other guy was pulling her skirt up. ‘Hey Joe! Take a look at this.’ he shouted to thebarman. My insides were churning up as I watched thesestrangers groping my lovely wife Elaine. The barmanstood directly in front of Elaine and leaning acrossthe bar, was peering up her short skirt. ‘Wow!’ he said. ‘Yeah no panties. Just a lovely shaved white pussy. Doyou want some Joe?’ he asked the barman. Withoutreplying,.