We hurled our crotches into each other time after time in copulation frenzy. Growls and animal sounds escaped from us as we rutted like animals. It wa... a perfect unison. Our copulating organs synchronized in perfect rhythm and harmony. As I pulled out she withdrew her hips off me and when I slammed my penis in, she slammed her pelvis into my penis, her breasts juggling with my thrusts. I slowed, fascinated by the utter abandon of her labors as she strained against me, a half-crazed ecstatic. As Paul was screwing the shelf to the wall, I was becoming becoming fixated by this huge bulge. I was guessing that it must have been a good nine inches long and through the fabric of his shorts looked to be nice and thick too, straining to stand to attention for me. Standing on the ladder made his cock level with my head and any thought of my husband John had long since been forgotten. My decisions were no longer being made by my brain but buy a very wet and excited pussy. I reached out in. . let's go upstairs. I'll tell you all about it.* * *I waited downstairs for the longest twenty minutes of my life. I tried to listen to what Tanya was telling her mother upstairs, but all I could hear was muffled voices and the occasional shriek of surprise. I thought I heard giggling once or twice, but I could hardly imagine that Mrs. Kohmfetter would find any of what happened today amusing.In my nervous state, I had finally taken to browsing the photos on the fireplace mantle when I heard. He was an attractive bloke and you were getting even more hot and bothered wondering whether you were giving him an erection. With one bus stop to go, the coat fell away again, and this time you ignored it. When you uncrossed your legs and stood, he copped a real eyeful - both stocking-tops at least, and you glanced down at him as you went by. Judging by the bulge in his trousers, he was either hung like a horse or he had a hard-on, and he made it obvious which it was by putting a hand over it.