We are getting ready and Mike tells me to wear my jean shorts and tank top but no bra. I just laugh and tell him, “That is not going to get you laid...by his wife.” He laughs and says, “Yes, but it might get you laid by his wife.” I laugh and say, “I can only hope.” We get to the can and Mike tells me that they only live about twenty minutes away. We chat about the traffic and things we want to plan for the summer. I keep the topics light because my mind can’t stop thinking about the dinner to. He was moaning and holding me tight.We broke from our kiss and sat on the bed. He confessed that all he could do was think about me and he never had a blow job like the one I gave him and he wanted to take it further. He also confessed he had a few encounters with the boys when he was younger but he had been in the closet all his life and could not come out due to his home life so he kept his true sexuality locked inside.All the time we were talking he was rubbing my black fishnet stocking clad. She arched up a little and I wormed a couple of fingers under her and captured her clit and worried it until she came buckets. Bertet pulled her slumping body off of me and pulled me on top of her. She slotted me home and I sank into her scalding cauldron of pleasure. I rested a couple of minutes soaking my overused prick inside her as her internal muscles massaged me more than the demanding manner of Gerona’s snapping pussy. We took our time and because we did, I could count six orgasms, 2. She bent over with one hand on the bed, and the other guiding me into her from the back. I held her hips and pulled her tighter against me as she guided me into her. She bent over more, and moving, moaning and panting she massaged herself with her fingers until moaning loudly I knew she was coming. She moved more and shuttered. Turning to me she confessed that she came had just come for me like no other time before. We lay down in bed holding each other. She was softly smiling and said she.