"Missy grabbed my hand as I started the car, and she placed it on her thigh. I didn't feel her skirt under my hand. Missy smiled when I turned to look...at her. Her hand dragged mine slowly up her thigh. My fingers tingled as they stroked across the silky stocking adorning her thigh.Missy's hand left mine, allowing mine to roam up and down her thigh as we drove toward her house. As I pulled into her driveway, she grasped my hand and pulled it even farther up her thigh. I could feel the damp heat. He could always able to satisfy me. I loved his cock too. It wasn't that huge like Mike's monster, but with his size of more than 8 inches, he still gave me a lot of pleasure. The relationship between the two of us somehow became deeper and it's true that sometimes it would be nice to suck or ride that huge anaconda, but my life was still perfect. I wrote it off as a wild one-night stand, a bit of debauchery, after which I returned to my beloved husband as a devoted and faithful wife. That. He suited up and pushed into me, I moaned like a slut and started pushing back on him, I’ve never being fucked like this and didn’t know the pleasure of driving back on a hard cock. He started to pound me hard, driving me over the back of the chair with my ass spread wide for him. He was right he could fuck a long time, he pounded me for 20 minutes, and I loved every second of it, moaning like a whore, cheering him, begging for more, and knowing he owned my ass. We took a break and I sucked his. I can't go in the room to change now or I'll wake him up. He'll go crazy if he knows we had a water fight and you saw me like this." Why do I think he'd go crazy in a different way than I'm going crazy? You look really, really good." He laughed, "But don't worry, there's no way I'd mention this to him; you're right, he wouldn't understand."I smiled but also noticed that he also didn't offer me one of his tee shirts either.I smoothed the shirt down over my breasts and looked at him with a shy.