You sent me a text twenty minutes ago saying you'll be here soon, and yet here I am, naked, waiting on you. I wonder what you'll do to me when you get...here. You instructed me to be ready. To get myself ready. You told me I could touch myself, but not to cum. I came close twice, and my fingers are twitching to dig themselves in my pretty waxed pussy and make myself explode in pleasure. But I know better than to disobey you. I wonder what you'll do to me. Last time, you teased me with that juicy. There were bewitching beauties around but the orthodox culture and my lack of confidence were the impediments in ensuring I found a girl here. I resorted to the internet and joined a community online. I made several married woman from all over the country my internet buddies. They found me eloquent, trustworthy and good to chat with. My relatively well known Company Profile also added to my credibility. I charmed them with my quick wit and flowing language. But time was always at premium and I. As the lights were out, I was heading back to my house. She stopped and said she wanted to give a bag to my mom. So, she bent for the bag and I could easily see her cleavage as she was wearing a nightie. I got an instant boner.Then she gave me the bag with a wicked smile, as she could easily spot my boner over the boxer. I went home and released a lot of cum.Next day she called me and asked to drop her children to the school as her car had broken down. So, I dropped the children and went to her. Speed increased slowly, till with her own movements working herself against his, the head was at the door one second then with each plunge it was deep in her belly. Together the climax took them both over the edge of the orgasmic abyss and had her collapsing, still conjoined, flat on the bed, he limp on her back like some live blanket. They lay like that for long moments, happy with the effect, and too tired to disconnect themselves. She later said that that was the most impressive and.