.." He smiled and walked away his arm tracing across her shoulders as he headed out of the room.My wife turned around and headed straight out towards ...he women's locker room. No gaze. Nothing. A few minutes later I got a text saying to meet her in the car - she was ready to leave.I took my time, showered, got out to the car and sat waiting. She walked out of the gym. Her tits jiggling as she strutted over to the car. She was still flushed as she opened the door. Her cleavage poured out as she. I evoked memories of her, sweating with effort, trying to retain her mount on my waist. I thrust my hips, trying to throw her from me, but her thighs gripped me expertly, and I was torn on whether or not to tap out. I regained my speed, my erection expanding just so, as it filled with my seed. Out it spilled, in thick gouts of sperm, landing across my chest and stomach. I sighed heavily, managing to clean myself off before sleep took me. I opened my eyes, sleep-covered lids wrestled open to. I’m fucking loving it. I gather my wits and make my way to the bathroom, walk in and look you up and down in the shower as water runs over your naked body. I start to undress as I watch you soap yourself up starting with your arms and shoulders. You have your back to me, you look over your shoulder at me with a playful look on your face as I take off my shirt. You bend over and give me a great view of your ass as you wash your legs and your hot ass. I feel my cock growing hard already. I take a. It was a black and white drawing of three silhouetted figures, all backcombed hair, short dresses and boots. She looked at the writing underneath. “The Whirling Dervishes?” “I was just messing about with some cover art.” Deirdre blushed. “I like it,” Charlotte grinned. “But more importantly,” she looked at Emma. “Who was the drummer in your band?” It turned out the drummer had been a few years older than them and he’d left a few months ago to go work on the building sites in London. “We could.