Whilst there Freddie and Bennie asked my opinion on bananas, cucumbers and sticks of celery. Especially the bananas. I smilingly checked them for firm...ess and size.The next stop was some booze and they were surprised when I told them I only drank wine. I selected a Riesling and noted the cases of beer they bought. Then we went to dinner. They asked my preference and I thought if this was going to be my last good meal for the next 48 hours it had better have some substance. I said I would like a. Yes,i am going to treat you to a nice long,slow hand job this time.I straddle your thighs and rub my sexy stockinged legs against them,you are feeling the smooth nylon with your hands and this is making you so hard.Firstly,i lean across you and push my tongue deep into your mouth,my fragrant lips pressing so hard as I kiss you so deeply and so sexily.As I continue to taste and caress your lips and tongue,my right hand is feeling down beneath your legs – oh god your massive erection is now. "I don't know if I can tell you. You will probably go nuts," I smiled at her. "Unless you killed someone, in which case I don't want to be an accessory, tell me what's going on." I sighed. "Fine, but lets sit in the living room where Tom and Emerson can't hear." I told her everything. I told her about Jonathan at the grocery store. I told her about the website, leaving out the part about my orgasm afterwards. I told her about how "vanilla" my sex life with my husband was, and last of all I told. He lies down on the bed and I climb on top and straddle him. I position my pussy directly on his hard bulge and grind up against him as we kiss.“I love these tits,” he breathes as he reaches up to squeeze them together.“Mmm, you do?” I ask as I pull apart the buttons on my shirt, opening it to give him a better view of my cleavage.“Yes! They are so big!” he says admiringly as I sit upright and pull off my shirt and my bra, releasing my huge tits.“Take off your shirt…I want to feel my tits on.