He opened the door and ushered her in, he took the orchids from her and put them in a vase, and handed her a glass of wine, ‘To a wonderful night, a...d a Waffle House breakfast in the morning. She laughed, how he loved her laugh, her wine glass clinked with his tumbler of orange juice and vodka and before he got to take a slip, she took his glass away from him and pushed him down on the bed, and pressed her lips against his. Their tongues fenced at each other, her hands pulling off is bow tie. As I fucked my wife I stared at the pillow that a week before had MD's wet mark all over it. I knew she owned me, in a way she owned my wife too. Nothing she could do compared to MD. I grew frustrated, with myself, with her, with the situation. Finally MD sent me a message. So, slut? Distracted? it read. I was angry with her but you'd never know by the pathetic begging in my txt, begging for more, begging for validation, begging to know how much she got off on what she did to me. begging to. I could also feel him rubbing his hard penis on my ass through my shorts in a grinding fashion. I tried to get a way but he held me in place for a few minutes. I also got hard but did not know what it meant. When he let me up I could see a small wet spot on his shorts, he looked at my shorts and could see me trying to hide my small erection. I was just getting to puberty and my dick was still on about 4 inches. He smiled and asked if I enjoyed the wrestling and I was scared but said yes. He. Your cock is so hard and big now that I slide myself up and slowly ease my pussy down your cock, still on top of you but my back facing you. You reach for my breasts to pull me back a bit as I hump you hard, up and down, up and down, gyrating my hips as I go down and up. Your hands squeezing my nipples with each thrust down your shaft. Your hands are on my hips now and you are helping me go down and up your huge cock. I move my hand to feel your wet cock as I slide up and down, feeling your.