.and I tend to get copiously wet when aroused."You squirted, Mrs. Miller! When you came, your pussy just shot out gush after gush of this juice! I've ...een women do that, but never that much! I'm envious, 'cause I've never squirted like that!"I feel my face flush, and I realize I'm embarrassed; I never knew myself capable of that, either. When I hear Jennifer softly laugh, I look up, prepared to be angry at being made fun of. But her look is tender."I'm not laughing to be mean, Mrs. Miller; I'm. All of this I watched with a buzz in my head, engrossed in the show as if watching a movie, and entirely turned on by the story unfolding in front of me. Never would I have thought my wife would want to bed another, but the fantasy of it excites me, and now my fantasy was actualized. I sipped my drink and watched on.Gentle moans started to fill the room alongside the music, the kissing abated while his hands caressed her buttocks, her own hand sliding down his torso and grasping his cock, it. He ran his hand over her shoulders and created friction with the fabric.Liz felt his fingers as the fabric rubbed against her skin. She let out a moan, "Matt, I want you so bad."He leaned down and kissed her neck. "When we get to your place you will get your wish."The rest of the ride they made out and touched each other. Sometimes the touches went under the clothes and were quickly retracted so they didn't start something they couldn't finish in the limo.When they did get to her place they. I could see that the arrow had pierced his spine, near the base of his skull. Within moments, he stopped breathing; a large puddle of blood was oozing out around him. His left foot was twitching in short little spasms, the last ticks of life leaving his body. I knew I only had a few moments before his friends would show up. I could hear them only a few meters away. I needed to move into a new position, one that would hide me, but I also needed to see how many others I was dealing with. I looked.