Being as petite as she was she nearly had to reach up to grab his head and pull it down to hers so that he could force his tongue past her lips. She ...oaned sensually as she bobbed up and down on him, already out of breath from being filled by him. She leaned back holding onto his neck, laughing with him at the irony of doing such a decadent thing as fucking each other in her husband’s favorite chair. The first time was always quick. Within minutes she could feel her passion rise as. I WAS SO HOT! He started to fuck, his throbbing meat going in and out of her hole, slapping his balls against her with every stroke. "Fuck this cunt is wet" he said, "touch us". I reached up, cupping his balls, rubbing her wetness around his dick with my fingers. Her pussy was completely full from his Dick and I couldn't get enough!!! I could see all her wet cream on him every time he pulled his dick out slowly, and he continued to fuck, feeling my hands on his balls, caressing them gently. A quick glance around confirmed that I was the only one in there at that time, so I closed my eyes, sat back, and just relaxed.I'm not sure how long I had been sitting there, but I heard the door open and saw out of the corner of my eye a shadow come in and take a seat on the second bench seat behind me. After a brief amount of time, curiosity got the better of me and I glanced over my shoulder to see who this new visitor was. It turned out to be black gentleman, somewhere in his 40's I guess,. I was stuck until I developed more symptoms or this problem simply went away.Jim drove me back to the airport to pick up my car. I drove home, the crawling skin sensation still bothering me.Sunday Morning.I woke up to the sound of the television, which I had left on all night. Feeling around, I still sensed the tingling numbness and the itch. Would it ever go away? Rubbing my arms and legs, the feeling was about the same as when I went to bed, rubbing myself fitfully till sleep took over.As I.