She grunted and then began to pant.But I was relieved to see that he was going slow, taking it easy on her. He smiled down at her and said, "Relax, li...tle girl. I haven't ruined any cunts with that thing yet. Just relax and you'll enjoy this."She nodded her head and I watched her trying to force herself to calm down. I reached between them and began to tease her clit lightly with my fingertips. She seemed startled. She looked over at me as if she forgot that Trey and I were in the room with. She just watched him, slowly stroking his cock. She shifted her legs, biting her lip when she felt the way her panties rubbed against her moist nethers - and when did she get moist? Not that it was a bad thing to be attracted to her own husband, but usually she knew when this sort of thing was coming on; usually she was in control.That was what she told herself now, too: You’re in control. You decide when you get turned on. You decide when you seduce your husband. You decide when you kneel down. Stronger than crack. Nothing else comes close."The thought was scary. And tempting, with its unmatched danger factor. To become so addicted, he couldn't imagine it. Forbidden fruit again, that no one should be permitted, but something he'd like to sample just once, flirting with the chance of getting hooked forever. Would that be so bad?"Are you listening to me?" Rupertt had been talking."Sorry." Pay attention! Keep your hands--and dick--off her. Got it? Tonight I'm going to do a lot of dancing. Linda had never urinated in public- at least never sober enough to remember the act- and it took a moment for her to break down the awkwardness of her situation, ass out and legs in the air, with a guy she had known for less than 24 hours basically sitting on her face. When the dam finally burst, it was almost as orgasmic a feeling as when Harlan first probed her clit; fluid shot out of her like a laser beam into the snow. So focused on the relief to her bladder, she inadvertently let the.