I traced the slick groove between her labia, starting at the bottom and working my way very slowly to the top. “I, um… I went to the toilet while...he was fixing us some snacks.” She swallowed hard. “Well, I, ah… I didn’t really go to the toilet.” My finger stopped a millimetre from her clit. Beth lifted her hips, chasing my finger, but I pulled it just out of reach. She bucked again, and I pulled back once more. She groaned with frustration. “What did you do?” I asked, the heartbeat. Ella licks her hand, applies the moisture to his cock and strokes. She kisses his neck, burying her cold nose in his nape between the stubble on his chin and the fine hair on his chest. “Fuck me, ” she says, so softly it's hard to hear. He turns her around, her hands brace the cold wall of their self-imposed prison and the elastic of her work pants gives way under the rapid ministrations of his numb, cold hands. He stretches her pants down to her ankles, together with her cotton knickers,. We would definitely be out of place, I thought. We walked into the bar about 8 oclock. When we walked in, everyone just stared at us. We walked up to the bar and took our seats. It was early so there werent many people there, except for a few men at the bar and a couple of men and women playing pool. The men seated at the bar continued to stare, even after we had been seated. I realized that they were staring at my wife, who was dressed very sexy. I knew they probably werent used to seeing a. Her eyes were closed in concentration. I dared not move too much for fear that she would get distracted and stop what she was doing. I just continued watching her, wondering if she could feel my cock beginning to throb more than before as she took it into her mouth. Jennifer’s eyes opened and she looked up to see me watching her. She took me out of her mouth, and began stroking my shaft with her hand instead.“Good morning, sleepyhead. I thought you might be interested in some morning.