“Thank you, Mike. You always know just how to spoil me.”Kissing her lips softly, he pulled her to sit up on the bed so that they could be face-to...face. “Now, please tell me about this dream.” His voice was firm, yet calm and determined to help her in any way he could.She took his hands in hers and began to recount the voices she had heard. The angry man’s voice, the reassuring sounds of the elderly man, and the cries of despair from the woman were all still fresh in her mind. Explaining. “Have you jacked off thinking about what we did in Houston?” I inquired.“Hell yes, of course I have, several times.”I could feel my husband’s cock throbbing impatiently against my vulva as we discussed our masturbation habits. Strangely, it was not a conversation we had shared previously.Aaron, lifted me slightly, and guided my legs around his torso. His hands were supporting my legs, holding me in place. I was bracing myself against his strong shoulders with my arms around his neck. Aided by. I pushed down on her shorts and they fell to her ankles. She sported a pink thing and I could tell she was already excited. She stepped out of her shorts and hopped up on to the back lid of her Stang. I slipped between her parted legs and resumed my gentle massage of her bare breasts, while kissing her neck and shoulders. Jamie leaned back on the back deck of her car, placing her hands on the trunk lid. “Eat me,” she pleaded. I looped a finger into each side of her pink thong. She raised her. It took them no time to dissolve into the crowd, but she kept within site of me at the bar. I could see them holding each other, her spreading her legs around one of his as she rotated her hips on it.They seemed to never leave the floor, accept to occasionally come back for drinks and a breath, then they were back out dancing. She would always come back next to my stool and rub my leg or cock as he tried to kiss her neck or run his hands over her body. Once I saw her feeling his ass as they.