This wasn’t one of those times. As I stood there listening to the grunting of another man and the sounds of my wife’s breathing and moaning, my he...rt started pumping fast in my chest and my cock instantly filled with blood, slipping past my briefs and sliding to full length between my jeans and my leg. The pressure there was incredible and I moved my hand to it to adjust it slightly. This did little to relieve strain.At this point my whole world centered on the sounds coming from the bedroom:. The scent of their unfamiliar womanhood was all he needed to motivate him into action at a moment’s notice.Their long legs and shining yellow hair was enough to cause him the delight of a stiffened condition that filled his already tight trousers with swollen expectations.Fortunately, his wife was still at the market and he was able to seat the two well-fed lovelies at a table that gave him a good view straight up their short skirts. He feasted on the expanse of tanned legs that never seemed to. ‘Buckley!’ Marguerite hissed grabbing his arm and trying to get off his lap, but he wouldn’t budge. Before she could stop him, his fingers found her inner thigh and brushed against her thick lips. ‘Buckley!’ she squealed trying once again to get off his lap, but the more she moved the more contact her pussy made with his fingers. She pursed her lips and continue her struggle, trying to ignore his fingers, but it was no use and embarrassingly the friction was making her pussy wet. ‘Just what I. Chris lived day to day but, as Chrissie has increasingly taken over, Inow have hopes for the future and a far better life." So are you saying that you're trying to say goodbye to Chris for ever?" To be honest, I still don't know. Sometimes, I think that the soonerhe's history, the better but other times, it's nice to enjoy maleprivilege without all of the pressures that women feel to look good.Does that sound selfish wanting the best of both worlds?"Terri smiled. "I understand you completely..