I could feel myself wetting, I was really horny, and thankfully the bus was nearing my stop, so I got up and left the bus, but to my dismay, it was on... stop too soon, so I started walking, and as usual, it started raining, and raining heavily.I crossed the street looking for a cafe or somewhere where I could duck into a shop to keep dry, but everywhere seemed to be closing, then I spotted a shop up off the main road, and went there.I saw lots of videos in window, and felt happy about it,. "What? You didn't ask about letting your band play at some office partydid you?" No, dang I should've though, but no see she wouldn't really let me get aword in and I couldn't correct her and cause I had to wear all this-" Hey, yeah! Is that my jacket...dude? Are those Becky's pants?" I had no clothes! And you're such a big mo...man. I couldn't fit intoanything but her old clothes and I borrowed your jacket to at least try tocover it up only now..."Eric sat on the couch, his large frame making. “Well, I blame David bloody Attenborough and all his type. I’ve watched his shows, well, all nature shows, all my life ... And it was my introduction to sex.” She unbuttons the front of her jeans as she speaks. “Casual footage of animals mounting each other with those presenters talking about it as if it was nothing to be ashamed of ... It just made me tingle, you know...?”She shimmies the jeans over her hips and down her thighs as she speaks – her voice a constant rattle of complaints about. I pointed out to her that her pussy was betraying her and allowing me to know how she actually felt. Who is he I asked? Who is who she asked. Who is the guy you are thinking about that got your pussy so wet. She said Tim. I hadn't thought of him as a lover for my wife. He's very quiet and doesn't strike me as someone my wife would have the hots for. She said when we pass the number and his hand touches mine it makes my pyssy wet. I said well I like him and I think he would be a safe fuck, by.