She looked at Blake then at the ring he had in his hand, then back at him, all the while with her mouth dropped open. Her eye flicked back and forth w...iting for the punchline that never came."Well honey?" he asked."I... I... OH GOD!!!" she said and ran off to the bathroom crying. Blake sat there at the table dumbfounded, not sure what to do next. He mentally kicked himself for being so stupid and was glad he had made a fool here in Dallas where no one knew him and he could slink out of town. Her mouth is open and she is gasping for each breath, sucking in irregular gulps of air, her wrist a blur. And suddenly, I notice, so is mine. My embarrassment has quickly given way to extreme and urgent arousal. Back and forth, SO hard. She is watching me masturbate and enjoying it; my mind is screaming! Back and forth, back and forth. I see her knees shaking a little as she braces herself against the frame, her legs squatting slightly as she tries to give herself a better angle. I can see her. She only chased me twice though, I guessed she figured out she couldn’t catch me pretty quick. That was my life all of fifth grade, I was in a hit and run relationship and didn’t even know it. Sixth grade changed our relationship though, it was the first week of school and we got on the bus to head home. My friend Nelson and I had found or seat for the year, or so we thought. I was approached by an 8th grader looked to be on someone’s high school varsity football team. Low and behold the mother. His fingers made circles on her nipples. She wiggled under his fingers. When I did that to her for a few minutes, she’d get very wet between her legs.He stood up and led her toward our bed. We had it in the corner of the main room in the winter rather than in the bedroom because it was warmer that way. He started to lead her onto the bed, but she paused and turned to him. My naked wife unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off, and unbuckled his belt. While she did this, he held her breasts and.