The jeans were tight across her slim thighs, which were spread slightly, and the pants were cut low enough that the waistband of her panties was peeki...g out. A little scallop of lace, and yellow, my favorite color. By now my boner was back with a vengeance and was aching for relief. I rubbed myself through my slacks, which didn't help much but at least it got my dick into a more comfortable position. Collecting the girl's fare for the ride would solve the rest of my problem, and I decided that. At one point during the meal I saw him reach into his pants and adjust himself. With a wicked smile, he lifted his shirt exposing the top half of his cock pointing up out of his shorts. "Much more comfortable this way," he explained. When he lowered his shirt, it was easy to see the head of his dick outlined against the thin fabric. By the end of the meal I was all but begging him to fuck me."We have all week for that, Mac." He gave me a wink as we stood from the table. "And believe me, bro, we. She sucked Mike harder and faster because that's how he liked it. He held her hair as he fucked her face with his tool while she was sucking him like he life depending on it. I'm stroking myself watchuing this, staying hard, reducing my edge a bit so she can return to me again. Once Mike was at his own edge, she returned to my cock to suck it a bit before she said "let's fuck. I want you cum inside of me." I'm fixed, shaved cock and balls, and likewise she was also fixed and shaved, which is. .. misinterpreted, blown up out of proportion. I know Sally too well!" I pray you're right," John Blodgett said fervently, "but it looks bad. Now that you're takin' the news a little better and more sensible-like, I'm going to tell you the worst, Ray. They're saying in the beer gardens and joints around town that your wife is a nymphomaniac, that she'll take on anyone. They go right up to your place while you're in the store! I didn't b'lieve it myself, Ray, hell, who could when they'd met that.