I wasn’t myself but I didn’t see myself as Ms. Erin either. Not yet anyways, but I was coming to the realization that I was going to make love to ...his man as he saw me and that brought me to take the passion of a kiss to a higher level. He wanted me as I was now, and Not what I was this morning! The feelings between us were growing and the understanding that kissing wasn’t enough, overtook us.To reach down and stroke his cock while he gropes my ass, kissing me like lovers kiss with tongues. (Which is always good for the ego.) As we passed by the end of the bar, I caught Dave's eye again, and yes, he was staring. Geez, I kid you not, he was killing me, turning me to jelly. So, I turned to Eileen and offered to get a round in. She started to say that it wasn't my turn, but then she spotted Dave too. She winked, poked me in the ribs and pushed me in the direction of the bar, surreptitiously slipping 20 quid into my hand to pay for her round.Now, it was just my luck that the bar was. Which with my constant rubbing, squeezing and pinching had become bright red and very sensitive to touch.As i was touching those red sensitive nipples of her a kind of current was running in her body and her pussy was secreting juices which were only making her lower wetter. as if she had peed. but i was enjoying making her wet and horny. Her milky boobs were only adding and giving me pleasure.The strawberry of her lips was making my mouth water and wanting more.As her hand was playing with my. You love my titties?’ ‘I love your titties’, I politely answered. I was back putting my cock in her pussy, ending this little encounter while doing laundry. Cynthia continued with her screamfest and giggles of delight. Add fucking in the laundry room on the list of places to make noise without hearing the neighbors bitching and moaning. ‘Oh, yeah’, Cynthia continued, ‘love that dick. Keep your dick in my pussy. Pleeeeeease.’ ‘You love it big?’ ‘Keep that big dick inside me. You fucking keep.