I made arrangements for him to meet her at Fiddler's bar at eight. Why don't you take a shower and get ready." Before I knew what was happening, Brian...herded me into the bathroom.While I showered, I tried to decide if I should go through with this. Brian was willing to let me go out with another guy but he wanted me to pretend to be someone else. Well, our marriage was almost shot anyway. What difference did it make? Besides, if I didn't like the guy I could always bail out.When I got out of. The man pulls out and sits on the chair. I throw one leg over his lap and sit down with my back to him, you can't believe it, but right there facing you is my juicy bust. Whilst holding his thighs for support he positions the swollen tip of his cock at the slippery entrance between my legs. I balance on top of his cock for a few moments, teasing, before I slither downwards; the entire length of his thick cock disappears inside my body, filling my tight pussy.You feel your stomach churning with. .. how many times would you expect to be seeing Karen?” Leon laughed. “Eric, think back to when you first starting fucking Karen, did you place a timetable on it?” Eric was silent. “No, you fucked her whenever you had the chance to get her knickers off didn’t you Eric? It will be the same with me. As long as she’s up for it I will be fucking her as regularly as I can. I can never get enough of a married woman’s pussy, Eric.” Eric reached down and squeezed his erection, trying to make it. Her smile was a delight, and her eyes glittered with happiness. And need.She wasn't the only one. As his hands reached for hers, he knew the two of them would never make it inside.She pulled him close, her back against the cool stone wall, her arms around his waist, her hands flat against the small of his back. Her head was tipped back, her eyes deep and desperate.He looked down at her, feeling her lips on his, her breasts pressing against his shirt, her hands on his back, and his hands moved.