"I'm pulling your thigh forward and open a little while my finger plunders your pussy in front of our friends and these former strangers. Two fingers ...nsist on checking your depths for your claimed wetness."Her towel split open up to her bushy sex and my finger inched inside her. Shirl's eyes closed, her head arched back and she moaned. All eyes strained to look under her towel. "I'm pushing a second finger inside your tasty twat, my love, and I'm twirling it inside you. My wrist is pushing. ”“You really do know me!” she laughed again and kissed him. “Do you know how happy you make me feel? Hardly a day goes by without you putting a smile on my face from telling one of your stupid jokes or puns or giving me a satisfying fuck.”“I’ll take the fuck over joke telling,” he teased, laying her on her back. He embraced her, spreading her legs wide apart. As they shared passionate kisses she guided his hand from her breast down her flat stomach to her pussy. She sighed softly as he began to. As I looked around, the nearest place with beds was a seedy hotel where the real street whores took their johns. We ran to it.This place looked like a set out of a bad B-grade Hollywood movie. The term flop house would be generous. We stepped over a wino passed out in the doorway to enter a shabby hallway with a single light bulb dangling from a broken fixture. Andy had a death grip on my hand and her eyes were alive with fun and desire. The desk clerk, who may have been a throw back to the. Wolfe was truly eating me up. The thought of telling hubby about this experience crossed my mind and I could visualize his reaction and how it would make him horny. As my ardent lover returned to my married pussy and clit I started to writhe in anticipation of being filled. I lay there moaning and sighing like I had never done before at the anticipation of his large cock impaling me. He slowly emerged from between my thighs with a wet and dripping face from my juices. His eyes were truly feral.