”“And why shouldn’t I put my finger in that lovely wet cunt of yours? In fact, I think I’ll put a second one up in that lovely wet cunt.”He ...lid a second finger inside the woman; he pumped his fingers in and out slowly. As his fingers drew back out of her, he could see them all wet and slick, covered in her juices.“Your cunt likes it when I finger her; I can see just how wet she is getting. And what have we here?”He spread her lips apart at the top of her pussy, exposing her swollen clit. He. I forcefully grabbed the back of her head, kissing her deeply. I watched her as her eyes tightly closed and her mouth hung open and she bucked her hips faster and faster. A surge of pleasure washed through Sabrina as her pussy convulsed around my cock, flooding it with her wetness as she came on me.I kissed her again before clumsily rolling her over the center console into the passenger’s seat, still wrapped together. Sabrina smiled, gasping, loving me taking control. I smiled back at her as. Or maybe she was naturally so good at it. I thought, what kind of an idiot would leave such a hot wife alone and stay apart from her? But at the end of the day, it was only due to this idiocy that I was enjoying her.We bathed together and after getting ready, went out. It was totally different this time. We were actually behaving like a couple now. But of course, she was the one taking care of the expenses part. We shopped, had a couple of beers, had lunch, and watched a movie.By the time we. She walked gingerly to the bathroom, probably as a result of my attentions in the early hours of the morning. Throwing a bathrobe on, I went down to the kitchen, thinking of paying Lynette a visit.Brett was already up and about; when he saw me, he poured me a mug of coffee. The clock on the wall read 11:00."What's the plan for today?" I asked."Yesterday we concentrated on her back," he said, "today; we will devote our attentions mostly to her breasts." I'll go check on her," I suggested."Don't.