John says, ‘Thanks, Harry. I’m John Andrews. This is my wife Vanessa and this is our best friend with benefits, Joan Bellamy. We’ll be there. Wh...t time?’ He says, ‘No specific time. Just stop on by around 9pm or so. The party should be well under way by then.’ John says, ‘Okay. Thanks.’ He says, ‘Two ladies, huh? Not bad.’ John says with a smile, ‘Yeah, I’m lucky as hell.’ Harry says, ‘Okay, super. I look forward to fooling around with you ladies tonight. And I think you John will enjoy Bambi.’. What man could possibly endanger her husband? He was going to kill the Colonel dead, of this she was sure. She tried to emulate the expression of her husband, glowering, chin jutting out, eyes peering bravely outwards, ‘… Six! Seven!’ She now felt a tingling deep within her, despite the cold, she was suddenly desperately hot and flushed in her fur hat and long overcoat. Deep beneath the folds of her many layers of clothing, she felt her sex was seeping into her silk under garments, she could. I decided I could wait a few more minutes for them to come back out and for me to get another glimpse. Time passed, it seemed as if everyone but her had left. I thought about going in there, looking for her. Yeah, that's what I need. More girls thinking I'm a perverted creeper. Then, I thought I heard something, but I figured my mind was playing tricks on me. I thought I had heard low moans. I decided to check it out, I sneaked into the girls locker room. It wasn't my imagination, I could hear. His fingers just kept going; somehow his finger that was inside of me worked hard and fast while his other finger continued its slow circles. Jesus Christ, how fast must he type with this dexterity? He must be a fucking violinist or something...His breathing started to get heavier as I moaned into his cock. We could hear some people walking across the bridge, but fuck it, this felt too good to stop and they probably couldn't see us anyway. I started to cum, making me bury his cock deep into my.