I called some other friends, but no one was able to go on such short notice."Why don’t I go in Brandon's place?" my wife asked."The kids will be at ...y parents all week and I don’t have any commitments. I would love to go," my wife added.My wife and I have been together since high school and have been married for ten years. We have two wonderful children. My wife and I have gone snowmobiling around where we live a few times so she had some snowmobiling experience. Finally, I was persuaded I. I would have to put a stop to this right now. "I'm an older woman, seventeen years older than you and I'm married. You should be involved with girls more your own age. Please, remove your hand from my leg." He responded by moving his hand further up my thigh, dragging the hem of my dress up. His fingers were closer to my lady parts. My body responded by opening my legs a bit. I was flabbergasted with myself; why would I spread my legs so a stranger would have better access to my pussy? I had. I, for one, knew that my attitude was changed for ever, that, for me, there was more to life than parties, and being groped and screwed. My experience during that weekend, with Monique and her husband Jean-Paul, had left me with more questions than answers, it is true, and I still had no idea what I thought about Petra. On the subject of Petra, she was strangely silent after the weekend, and when I showed her the welts Monique had inflicted on me, and described what had happened to me at the. I reached over and put my hand on her shoulder and told her how good her hand felt on my cock. My pre-cum drippings began oozing out, the signal giving her full confirmation of my arousal. She moaned and her grip tightened then loosened with each stroke. Finally, she leaned down over the center console and our drinks that rested between us keeping us apart. She did not waste any time, she went down, straight down the shaft, as far down as the bindings that constricted my ability to feed her.