She felt unbelievable and I started to sense I would cum fairly soon.She signalled for me to get on my back then climbed straight on top, pushing my d...ck back into her. I could no longer tell which hole I was fucking so reached my hands round to feel. The dirty slut had shoved it straight back into her arsehole. "You love it like that, don't you?" She whispered whilst continuing to bounce up and down on my dick. I fought back against cumming, we had been fucking for ages now but I didn't want. It was said in a kind of a soft whisper and she had her hand on my arm, touching me softly and looking in my eyes. I felt a stirring in my pants and looked down at Cindy’s shapely legs and the little miniskirt she had on, I immediately forced my gaze back to the road, shocked at the thoughts that came up in my mind. After we arrived home she said that she is tired and that she is going to bed. We kissed good night and her lips lingered on my lips just a little bit longer than usually and I felt. I managed to leave the proper amount for the bill and tip before she yanked me along with her.We got a cab and I gave the driver the address, she was right beside me molding herself to me the whole way, I could only think of that hipster fucking my wife where she would never let me touch. She put my hand on her legs. I immediately removed my hand. She was trying to get me to do something I was not going to do. Despite everything I’d learned, I was certainly not going to hurt my wife like that.. . Dear god ... on the last six pages was a hand written letter from the girls. I read; 'Our most dearest Sam', then I stopped reading and closed the book.Katherine, who had been watching asked, "Is that a note left by your wives?" Yes," I answered my voice catching in my throat. I swallowed. "I'm not trying to keep you from reading it Katherine. I just don't want to read it here in the car." I know this little place called the Bistro Provence over on Pass Avenue right here in Burbank with some.