Back in the coffee shop, the atmosphere, my thoughts, and my touch brought me to another level. Fondling my sex in the peripheral of society.I risked ... glance over my shoulder, ensuring the women behind me were still immersed in their talk. My hand moved a little faster, then, came to an instant halt when the little bell above the door rang as someone entered.In the brief moment the door was ajar, the smell and sound of rain filled the room. He was tall. A gentleman dressed in a wool coat,. I was sure my wife was doing the same on Russell but Amanda had my full attention. My cock was at full attention too.Amanda said something about needing proof that we thought they were hot. I looked right at my wife when Amanda grabbed my dick through my pants. I was afraid that she would be upset that her best friend was grabbing my junk. But when Amanda announced that I was hard, I watched my wife put her hand on Russell’s crotch. Oh shit, I thought. We are going farther than I ever thought. “Every time I told her that I’d rather she’d shot me in the head than what she’s put me through, she’d slap me and tell me not to even think like that. Or maybe I won’t even react. I don’t know, but I know that taking a handful of sleeping pills isn’t going to get me back in her life.”“What if she actually dumps Brad?” Cecilia asked.I shook my head. “Too little, too late. If she’d done that any time up to and including last night, I’d have given it a chance. Once I moved in here, that’s. Seeing that Patricia was way past caring, he kept driving deeper into her cunt, until his public hair started rubbing against her ass, and his balls bumped into her completely erect clit. Patricia started coming, and kept coming as Steve pounded into her. He'd come twice in the past hour, and had plenty of control left. Patricia barked into the gag, and on the third bark, Steve released it. She gasped out, "Please, enough, fill me with your sperm, I can't take any MOOORE." She half screamed the.