Then when her husband Tommy's voice filtered into her somewhat drink-dimmed mind through the wildly confusing sensations driving her almost crazy, her...whole naked body flushed hotly with feelings of shame and humiliation."Oh, no!" she managed to gasp breathlessly, trying to focus her lust-glazed eyes on the face of her obviously outraged husband. But she was too far gone in her overwhelming new feelings of conscience-numbing sensuality to stop now and slowly she raised her head from the bed to. I sat on a chair and fingered my tight wet slit as they watched though the window. I put a second finger in and fingered my twat hard and fast as they watched on gagging for me. I felt my tits and played with them while furious fingering myself as they were clearly getting harder and harder gagging for my tight wet cunt to fuck the shit out of it. I could not take it any longer, plus I needed to get this done fairly fast or id get caught. I have done this before but that was easier as no one. My husband and I noticed you at the Polo, and here you are here. I'm Lisa, may I ask where you are from? Maine, down here visiting my grandson. Have you been to this club before? No, never spent a night in Carlisle before. She turned to her husband and said something I could not hear. A beer showed up for him, a Riesling for her, I quickly paid the server for their drinks and asked that she bring me a Vodka Collins. Lisa winked at me and announced that this was her third and one was her usual. "Uhhm ... Happy New Year," I stumbled."I hope so, Stan. I can't wait for this one to end. That's why I called, actually." She paused and I waited for what was coming next."I feel I owe you an explanation for my actions ... my attitude. I know it isn't going to change anything, and I know we aren't going to be together, but ... I just felt I'd like to get it off my chest and start the New Year right." Uhhm ... well, I guess I can understand that. But I don't think the telephone is the best way.