And this time when I pulled her shorts down I noticed that the part of her panty near the pussy was slightly wet. I moved in close to her pussy area a...d could smell the musky smell of horny women’s pee. I don’t know if this is a thing but girls smell different when horny, maybe we guys do too. Its the pheromones in a woman’s smell that just short circuits my brain and the only thing on my mind is pushing my hard dick deep into her.I thought anyway things had gotten to this point and if I get. I could see the folds in her abdomen & could see her silhouette from the side. It really made my cock to stretch itself. I tried to control myself & focused on the job in hand. We bumped each other again, this time her pallu fell down, she gave me a sly look & looking at her tits was too much for me. I was pressing crotch against the kitchenette to conceal the erection. I was wearing sweats & it was more visible now. I guess it was so obvious, she put her hand right where my crotch is pressing. He couldn't believe that the night before had really happened and now here he was with her again but this time he was finally going to be inside her. His orgasm had been building from the minute he saw her that morning and now hours later he felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin. He was going to need to take this very slowly if he had any hopes of lasting more than even a minute once he finally entered her.Mark carried his little girl to bed and layed her down gently on the soft. I felt wanted and needed. I felt exhilarated by him and his devilment. Why me? He could surely have had any woman he wanted. He was taking chances for me, to get me, he thrilled me. I felt alive in a way Tom had never made me feel. When I married Tom I would never have thought I would ever go and pop my cork for another man. Terry arrived just as we had arranged on the phone and I let him in. I had my newest blue dress on, new silk French panties and hold-up black stockings and black.