...Steve thought we were going to fuck, so he went out to find somebody who had a rubber, but by the time he got back, I was in my mom's station wagon...with Rachel...I was on the way home, hoping that that towel had gotten all of his stuff out of my hair and that Rachel would keep her mouth shut. We were in the back seat, Rachel was rubbing Steve's stuff out of my hair with a towel like it was the most normal thing in the world, not saying a word. It smelled kind of funky in there too. It was. I could hear some movement in the direction of Jill’s desk and before I knew it here comes my wife with Jill’s cap toe flats on! She had huge grin on her face, they look even more amazing on her I might say… she said they fit like a glove and the feeling of Jill’s toe prints was a real BIG TIEM turn on! I had wood like you couldn’t believe. I asked her to sit in my desk chair so I could take some pics of the shoes on her feet and of course she let me. Next she tells me we need to find a safe. But I suppose she made me feel good and I fancied her like hell. I tried in vain to masturbate my lust away but it was ultimately frustrating. A pressure built up in behind my forehead and seemed to expand and make me desperate for release. I called her a few days later when I could bear it no more. She did not know who it was at first and I was inarticulate, bungled it and hung up. But she called back, no doubt aware of the dangers in her profession of not following up on one of her cases. I. Bringing his tongue up and around the head, he circled it before licking his way to the base of my dick. My knees were turning to jelly as he ran his tongue around the base down to my balls. Reaching up he lift my ball sack and licked my scrotum before moving down the back of my sack. I thought I was going to cum right then. Mark stood up and took my hands. He walked me to the bed and laid me at the foot with my legs hanging down. He stood up and pulled his boxers down. I have to admit I've.