"Ah, shit lets get ready for school, I'll hit the bathroom first," Eric said.While Eric was in the bathroom Ian was pulling out some clothes to wear, ...e settled on a black strappy top and a red print skirt and a pair of black ankle boots with a 1 1/2" chunk heel (why he chose those, he could not begin to guess). Then getting impatient he knocked on the bathroom door "Hey Erica, you done yet?" Ten more minutes Imogen" came Eric's feminine voice, Ian shuddered at the sound, realising he could not. Then he pushed the head of his cock into her. She pushed back driving him into her. With both his hands now holding her hips he started fucking her . She said fuck my pussy with that fat cock. They fucked like this for a short time then my wife stood up straight, with him still deep inside her. She looked my way and asked is this what you wanted? I couldn't answer. She said your friend has his hard cock buried in your wife's pussy isn't that what you have been hinting around about. She stepped. My mouth instantly went dry as nervousness invaded, he stepped out of the darkness and into my living room. He removed his jacket and placed it on the couch as I moved to kill most of the lights recalling our previous encounter I felt it might be better to be in darkness less ruin the illusion of me being not quite female. He stopped me "leave the lights on, I want to look at you", I left them on. The previous encounter I had dressed to the 'nines' I mean all out "Gurl" and he couldn't get the. After all, her divorce had made her independently wealthy, she had no appointments today, and she had only come back from her birthday party at two in the morning. After a few minutes lying in bed, enjoying the feeling of the sun warming her face and neck, guilt about sleeping in and the curiosity about the mail that was lying on the floor downstairs drove her to get out of bed. Erin grabbed the sheets with her left hand and threw them back, then sat up, her legs dangling off the right side of.