Your husband notices it too. I pour you another stiff drink. Suddenly your husband suggests that we play strip poker. “No..” you say, blushing. �...oh come on dear you never lose, so why are you scared.” your husband laughs. You agree reluctantly. I realize the two of you are horny, but I am not sure about your intentions. Involuntarily my cock gets rock hard in anticipation of the out come. By the fourth game I am down to my jocks and you had your tops off. The sight of your ripe breast spilling. Slowly he started to stroke himself. Oh, that was nice!He slipped the familiar dummy teat back in his mouth and simultaneouslyhe felt happier, safer - and much hornier. Fantasies about Jane being hisMummy and what had just occurred became jumbled in his head. As hefantasised and leisurely masturbated, the gorgeous erotic sensationssurfed up and down like waves on the shore of pleasure.He kept himself on the edge for ages, enjoying the soft stroking. Fantasyand reality became indelibly. Though the board said, it’s a resto-bar, it looked rather fine and dandy, a bit like fine dining. People who entered were both well dressed and casual.She thought to herself, ‘Oh! Why not?’.She parked her car and made her way to the entrance. There was a neat-looking chap who received her. He asked her if she was alone. To the guy’s surprise, she said, yes. He was a bit perplexed and directed the lady to a two-seater table.When she entered, she found that the restaurant was filled. Everyone was. It’s rather erotic to watch your finger disappear inside of you. You signal you’re ready by moving your hand and thrusting your hips back at me, I get the idea (who wouldn’t) and take hold of your hips again, lining my slick cock up with your enticing ass. As soon as you feel contact, you hunch back hard impaling your self on my cock. Your ass is sweetly tight on my cock, the lube making the fucking so easy and pleasurable. I start a long stroking motion, rhythmically pushing my cock in and.