I soon received my answer when Jill said, "Oh, that massage feels so good. Would you mind massaging this spot here?" She had me raise my head, and the... she pulled her pleated skirt up a short way onto her thigh. She pointed to a spot on her lower thigh, and like a pro I massaged and caressed it, allowing my fingers to slide deftly beyond the point she'd pointed to.By this time such was the burning desire in my rock hard teenage cock that I was all but humping the couch. I was now gliding my. I didn’t share my past or current fantasies with my husband. I never told him about my past experiences. Finally one night about two years ago, a young guy began flirting with me and I just went for it! I didn’t even warn Todd or talk about what I was thinking, I just did what my body was aching to do.Todd and I were at a little Italian place. As we waited near the bar, I noticed a hot, young college guy checking me out. I flirted with him and he bought me a drink. Todd was still at the bar,. ”He became like a driving piston inside her, driving her almost to madness. “Fuck me harder,” she urged him. “Fuck me raw.”He slammed in and out of her, his cock driving deeply inside her with each thrust. Her cries of pleasure were audible even through the door. The voyeur felt himself stiffening again. Wanting, but unsure exactly what he wanted, the young man's cock driven deep into his own ass or the deliciousness of Clarissa's pussy wrapped around his dick. Both, he wanted both.Clarissa was. ..I wondered if she could, you know, smell my scent, 'cause I know I could. When it was time for her thermometer, Baldie made a few crude jokes aboutit. I started to wonder if these were even real doctors or not, because I'mnot sure they should have been laughing at them. They also had lust in theireyes. A slap of the ass sent her jumping off the table and she quickly ducked behindme. I could hear her sniffling behind me when Wendy sat on the table. Eventhough I was mad at her, I still felt for.