Emily was almost clinging to Linda - her eyes were scrunched tightly shut and her hands were running up and down my wife’s back. Linda, I was proud ...o see, was laying claim to Emily in much the same way that I had done. She was kissing the girl passionately, with one arm around her waist and the other reached up and gripping her hair; holding her firmly in place.It was so hot watching this, and my cock was so hard it ached. I almost didn’t want to interrupt, but I had to get involved somehow. I. He was going be our waiter for the evening.Throughout dinner, Winston and my wife kept compliments flowing back and forth. When it came time to order another bottle of wine, he asked my wife if she would like to see the wine cellar. She said she would like that, very much.As she got up, she gave me that look, and I knew this was no ordinary trip to the wine cellar.I watch them walk away and felt my cock get hard.Another waiter came over, brought me a drink, and told me it was on the house. I. Enjoying the feel of her legs, the slick sensation the nylons gave sliding on his body, but he resisted and set his own pace. When her breathing became ragged he increased both his speed and the length of his stroke. Soon she was screaming."FUCK ME, FUCK MY PUSSY, MAKE ME CUM, FUCK ME, ROB."He slowed down a bit, allowed her to come down a bit but he didn't stop. He kept stroking, moving, plunging his big throbbing boner into her as she climbed back up the crest of the wave. Just as she got. I asked about the suit she was wearing, and she said, ‘Look, I know what I look like. I know who I am. And while I like myself the way I am, I know that I can’t wear stuff that younger and thinner girls can, I’d look silly in it, or worse. I mean, can you imagine me in low-riders and a midriff top? I’d just look like a careless pig. So I tend to overdress a little bit most of the time, so I can get to feel at least a bit attractive and in control.’ I talked about my life, such as it was, and.