I had folded my legs beneath me out of habit but I felt my husband's hand on my thigh slowly stroking it and gently but firmly pulling it towards him....Looking at his lap I saw his cock was hard. The cameraman carried on snapping away.I lay on my back and closed my eyes. Aside from her husbands touch on her now extra-sensitive thighs, she couldn't believe how good it felt sunbathing without a stitch of clothing on. The gentle breeze blowing across her breasts and nipples, the warmth of the sun. Jesus Christ! You are such a waste of my time." Jack was screaming and spit was coming out of his mouth."What's happening, Jack? Why are you acting this way?"He hit me again. This time, he hit me with his fist and I saw stars and everything went red. "You, you... I treated you so well. I treated you with class, but you have to go and screw up my retirement. I was going to make over a hundred grand helping White bring his dope to this town, but you had to get in the way."He smacked me again and. Today marks the 15th straight day that you haven’t had a cock inside of you, and you’ve had enough. Over the previous few days, you’ve noticed something. Me, on my route, in my FedEX truck delivering packages. I’m not Brad Pitt, but I’m young and keep myself in good shape. We first met when I delivered the vibrator that has since become your best friend. Today though, you’d planned something. You’d ordered a package from the same company, a surprise that you can’t wait to open up and use. But. My cock started to harden as I surfed various web sites and watched for a quick moment as my wife led Mark by the hand to the end of the couch, which was out of my direct view. They talked and laughed and caught up. It had been a couple weeks since they’ve seen each other (they usually see each other weekly). Soon the talking faded. It’s that silence that drives you crazy. That urge to peek at what they’re doing. But I resisted. I sat there, like a good “cuckold” and jacked my cock – to.