The bed creaked as he climbed on, too. On his knees, he moved between my legs."What do we have here," he asked jokingly as rubbed my ass hole through ...he fabric of my wife's thong. "A tight little pussy waiting to get fucked?"The question was rhetorical and he pulled the material over to the side, exposing my waiting hole. "Put my cock where you want it, bitch," he told me. I grabbed his shaft and lined it up to my puckered hole, just like my wife would do if I was about to fuck her pussy. As. .. but you, you have a boyfriend, right?" Yeah... but he's not here right now, is he?" Does he... know? Like what happened on Friday? With... you and me?"She giggled, still using my fingers to play with herself."Of course not. Trust me, if Max knew about this, you wouldn't be alive right now to make me cum."I gulped, speechless, as Kiana moved faster and faster under the desk. I then felt her cream around my fingers. She covered her mouth to hide her orgasm, but her legs were shaking and moving. Forsome reason that she had yet to fathom, the last thing Mikewanted was to be in John's presence when she reverted backto being her old manly self. Just the thought of thathappening sent cold shivers down her spine. John, she halfsuspected, felt pretty much the same way that she did. "Shit!" Glancing out the window, an extremely edgyMike fumed. "It's still dark! I wonder what time dawn willget here?" Taking a second to orient herself, Mike confirmed thefact that the window she was looking out. A humiliating small silver bellhung down from the insulting 'head tie.'His baby blue, be-ribboned, and belled peenie and plums were exposedthrough the tightly elasticized, white ruffled holes in both his pantiesand short-shorts. It was maddeningly erect and bobbed back and forth ashe moved, the tiny bell ringing out as a clarion call to all who mightbe in earshot. If he moved his shoulders, the short's straps made histeapot move, and when he took a step, the tight leg holes made it move.Julian,.