His tongue pushed into my mouth. I felt John's hand touch my breast, cupping it within the tight dress. John's hand meanwhile was slowly moving up my ...eg, drawing patterns as it made it's way upwards towards the hem of the dress.I broke away from John and turned to Peter who was ready to kiss me too. Our tongues played as our lips fused together. His hand clasped my breasts tightly and then I felt his fingers slip into the top of the dress, pushing past the top of my breast until they touched. She didn’t believe me and thought it was a great game to play - lol - if she only knew. There were certain streets in certain cities that I was not allowed to be on and they would know since those were under 24/7/365 surveillance and everybody got filmed and ID’d who set foot on those streets.Headed back to my first stomping ground and my old roomy. He let me move back in, even though he had a lady friend staying with him now. I think back on it now and I was a right arsehole and I’m surprised. When I circling her nipples I paused and inhaled, her hot and wet (with my saliva) nipples to get cold and this acts as fuel for the fire. She started getting wet now. Her juices are flowing from her pussy on my fingers. I can the wetness around my fingers. After fingering her for few minutes, I left her boobs and moving down to her pussy slowly. At first, I kissed her abdomens above her navel.She started moaning whenever I give a kiss to her abdomens and other lower parts of her body.Then I. Marian has something called a queening-stool. Her husband made it. Could you make a queening-stool for me, Peter?”Good god, how my wife has changed!“Well, I’ve, err, heard of them. Perhaps there are some designs on the internet, I could use. Let me do some research.” (Needless to say, I knew exactly where to look!).In fact, when I looked, I could see that it would be far easier and quicker to order the required item, ready-made. I wanted to order a comfortable, deluxe version, which would cost.