I understood she was about to reach her orgasm. So I started to increase my speed of rubbing her g-spot.Within seconds her pussy started pulsating vig...rously. She exploded having her orgasm flowing all the way through. I didn’t want her skirt to get wet and create doubt. So I took my kerchief and placed it over her wet pussy. I pressed it hard between the clits, letting the kerchief absorb all those lovely juices.She then pulled up her panty and put down her skirts and adjusted herself to. At first it Didn,t seem to be possible, but in the end it happened and more than once so it proved at Times fantasies can become reality. Another recurring fantasy from back in the late 1980s was my sexy wife as a very dirty stripper drawing the line at not much except at pissing which never turned either of us on. But it never looked like it would happen. With two young c***dren and many bills to pay I worked long hours mostly in Night security and my wife worked as a secretary to help out.. Lisa straddled my thighs, pressing herself down onto my body, the warmth of her thighs descending around my cock, her body slowly swallowing the length of my throbbing erection. Her hands clenched her own breasts, face distorted in the throes of an orgasm. In my mind I felt the ripple of muscles deep in her cunt clench and release rhythmically and heard her voice rise in bestial triumph as she came. As her cunt gripped my cock in a glorious, pulsing embrace, the floodgates burst in my own,. Speaking of Marie, she'd been the one whose reaction I'd worried about the most. True, she'd professed a complete lack of jealousy should I hook up with Deedee, not to mention the assertion of her homosexuality. But even including Aaron, she was still the one person I'd come to spend the most time with as a friend, and I didn't want her to think I would abandon her now that I'd gotten myself a new girlfriend.I still liked Marie, as a close friend if not romantically. And despite Deedee's beauty.