Stephanie felt his thick manhood through his shorts, and almost gasped at how big it felt. Im sorry Jamal, but I havent got any sex from my husband f...r a few weeks now. And while watching you work out there, I got all hot and horny, she said, almost matter-of-factly. Jamal looked at her with confusion, but youre twice my age, married, and I work for you. Stephanie chuckled lustily at him, enough with the excuses, your a guy and Im a girl that needs to get fucked hard. As she started rubbing. ‘It’s such a pretty frock, but then you’d look good in anything with your figure,’ I offered.‘I want you to take it off,’ She whispered, her gaze never wavering from the window. ‘Take everything off.’It was a test. I could see Mr and Mrs Nibley strolling along the pavement with their spaniel. Of all our neighbours, it had to be our most elderly and most judgemental - neither of whom had yet forgiven of us for being nudists.‘Do you know them?’ She asked, staring down at Mr Nibley as he ambled. Ever again! I want you to keep fucking me as best you can. I’m gonna sleep but I want you inside me!” I couldn’t believe the words I was uttering and his response was even crazier. He let me calm down a little then started. He moved back and forth at a gentle steady pace. I was exhausted and my eyes were so heavy. It was the most amazing feeling ever. I felt myself floating in the air. But there he stayed for another half hour and so did I. I was almost completely motionless but for the. You start to kneel in front of me again when I reach for you, stopping you. ‘I have another idea.’ Directing you, I turn us around so that we have traded places. This time, I kneel before you, hands reaching for your belt. You flinch as my cold fingers slip under your jeans when I unbutton you, but are otherwise silent. My look apologetic as I am careful not to touch you again pulling them off. ‘Sit down.’ You do, stepping back to sit on the closed toilet. I follow you, legs straddling,.