Now take my cock out.”I reached up to the hem of his pj pants and tugged, admitting to myself only now that I’d been dying to see his cock again. ... could barely remember it from our drunken night together. All the details were too lazy for me to remember how it looked. Did it curve up when it was hard? What color was it? How much hair did he have down there? I wanted to see him, feel him, taste him. And I was about to get my wish.As soon as his pants were low enough, his cock sprang free and it. One night! And no hanky panky!”She stopped crying and giggled. “Hanky panky? What grown man says hanky panky?”“This one,” I growled, before swatting her butt lightly. “Go get your stuff.”She shot out the door giggling again, rubbing her bottom. I took advantage of her absence and took a shower, putting on a tee and some lightweight sweat pants. She went straight into the bathroom when she came back, and I could hear her singing in the shower. She had never been in my bedroom or master bath, so. Ruth would whine, whimper and call his name out, pleading for him to be gentle because she was so slight of frame, but Jerry just heard a voice speaking--none of it made any sense to him. When he fucked Ruth, especially when he fucked Ruth in her ass, he always drove into her very hard. This night was no exception. He was into her and pounding hard on her butt, encouraged by actions that he had seen on the porno movies he watched nearly every day.Jerry drove his cock into his wife with no. I began to use the soap as lube as I stroked myself but before I really got a chance to give a show her beeper went off. She said that she hoped all was o.k. and to call down if I had any more problems as she left. I was gutted and left with my second hard-on of the day that I was supposed to be saving for Heather. I had no choice but to continue stroking and after just 30 seconds heard a knock at the door. I thought the manager was back for more but as I opened the door naked, hard and soapy.