Her eyes were locked on the sight of my cock disappearing and reappearing in my wife's pussy."Come closer," I said.She got on her knees and leaned in....Her right hand trembled as she put on it my wife's hip and leaned over it for a close-up view. Her eyes wide she gasped each time my cock pulled out, the shaft shiny with wetness, almost revealing the swollen head. With each slow thrust in my wife moaned. "Closer," I said.Betty pulled herself up more and put one hand on either side of my wife's. I decided to immerse myself in my work that week and did pretty good, even working a few extra hours. After a few more weeks of working hard I was finally feeling a little better and not as depressed about Karen. ON a Saturday evening I decided to go to a semi-local club about 10 miles away, and see if maybe I could get a date or something. At first the place was doing pretty good, lots of people and a few VERY attractive women, including a waitress that seemed to take a liking to me. I watched. The two small horns curled up from just in front of the temples. As the head tilted back, a woman's face came into view. Her skin was a light chai color, with delicate features which hinted at an Indian or south Asian heritage without being clearly anything in particular. Large dark eyes were fixed on the man, while her small mouth curved up at the corners.Confused, the man just watched.The woman's tiny hands reached up to the top button of her overcoat, and twisted it open. Then, slowly,. I really don’t want to be alone tonight. Could you stay for just half-an-hour? She said what could be the harm in it? I thought. It was not as if someone was waiting for me back at my house. I too knew that if I left then, then we would be strangers for life. I wanted to know her and I wanted to find out what had caused her to take such a drastic step. That protective feeling I had felt back on the bridge when she cried in my arms had still not left me. I wanted to be there for her please stay,.