We cannot take our hands off each other. Constantly talking to her on the phone whenever her husband leaves for work. Talking about how we love each o...her. Having fights for silly matters.I used to go her house at least once a week. The sex I have with her still excite me especially I did the first time with her. I always think of making this lady my wife and having kids but I know that would never happen. I still remember the first time I touched her body, we kissed.My first sex attempt with. ‘My God honey, what’s wrong? Why are crying?’ Thinking she would think his imagination was running wild again, he says, ‘I’m scared the bridge won’t be here much longer.’ With that natural compassion mothers seem to have she says, ‘Oh sweetie, nothing like that is going to happen, these things are like sold rocks.’ With that, all hell literally breaks loose. The ground, if a bridge could be called that, starts shaking, glass breaks, people scream. But the roars, the roars only Spencer could. As we climbed into the elevator I told my wife that having sex in here would really turn me on. She blushed a bright red as the attendant was still with us and could hear me. After we got to our room and relaxed and showered we left to make the 10:30 show at the Plaza.I had never seen any shows like the one we went to see, I don't remember much about the show but almost all the women that were dancing were either nude or 85% nude. Which was a great turn on for me and I told my wife that I could. After a few yards the rain came down heavier just as a blue Ford car pulled along side. The electric window came down and the unmistakable Miss Spencer was in the driver’s seat. “Get in Jon, I’ll give you a lift.” Jon hesitated. Could he get in a car with her? What if he got hard? “It’s OK Miss Spencer, I get the bus.” “Don’t be Silly Jon, you’ll get soaked. Get in.” Jon looked round, the rain was now beginning to pour and his jacket bore the spots of the big drops, which would wet him through.
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