And then there's a touch - but it's not hubs. There's a gentleness to this touch. It's a girl I’m sure, but who I’m definitely not sure.I don't ha...e a chance to think, as I feel a tongue licking and stroking the outside and inside of my pussy lips. It circles my clit. It pokes gently at my entrance. I’m so wet and wanting more. The excitement builds like nothing I’ve experienced before, knowing that this is a woman playing with me and that my husband has set this up.Hands hold my hips. The. How about some salmon?”“Deal. Sides?”“You make good asparagus and mashed potatoes.”“You got it, love. I’ll talk to you later.”“Bye, baby!”Jarrett refocused his attention on the road and took the exit for the street that led to his gym. When he arrived, the former Division Two running back retrieved his 32-inch black Rockland duffel bag. He went inside and headed towards the locker room. He changed quickly into his sweats only briefly revealing his well-defined arms and pectoral muscles. Jarrett. The room was cool and when that air hit the wet spots on my top, my nipples were even harder, larger and ready to be man handled with some nibbles and some hard tweaking. He started to work his way down by kissing my belly and licking the belly button. He got to my pussy but he did not pull them off. He started to kiss the outside of the panties then blew some of his hot breathe on the outside which made me arch my back even more. I was so ready to get fucked by this man. It was tough to. Compared to the bean bags, it was like a throne. I mentioned as much.Frank laughed. "He never lets anyone sit in it." Yes I do!" Oh, please. Having your sleepover guests sit on your lap is not the same thing." I didn't hear any complaints before you showed up."That had the two of them laughing; like it was an old joke, or an old argument.Steve whirled around, looking at me. "What brings you to my home?" Something I read in Mom's diary about her wedding night." I saw his eyes widen in.