She shrieked! Neither one could tell who was more surprised.“Shit! I’m sorry, Sandy, I thought no one was home,” Greg blabbered as Sandy turned ...round revealing more of her lithe college body.“Mr. Miller!” Sandy exclaimed as she looked at Greg and then glanced down and noticed his growing cock. “Mr. Miller, you got a big boner!”Sandy was enjoying the view and Mr. Miller’s predicament. She always had a crush on him after seeing him working in his yard, shirtless and sweaty. He was in his fifties. I am sitting back in the couch, she is straddling me and I know she feels my bulge on her wet cunt through our clothes. My left hand is on the small on her back supporting her slightly. My right hand is gently squeezing her firm C-cup pyramids. Back and forth, back and forth. Let me be clear, I have no intention of making love to this horny angel tonight, but I can't resist a few moments caressing this stunning body before I fuck this drunken slut the way I'm sure she is craving and probably. I walked away from my husband with a complete stranger and I felt so very cheap. I was scared stiff and could feel my heart thumping in my chest, butterflies filled my stomach, my legs were trembling and I was walking in high heel boots that felt very unsteady. My mind was reeling, calling me such horrible names, slut, whore, slag but I was so tremendously excited. I was so embarrassed when I checked us in to that hotel and on the way up to the room it began to sink in just how much Paul had. She jumped every time I pulled on her hair and then she would settle back down to where my hard on was right where she wanted it. She even decided that she needed to fix her wedgie and brushed my hard on with her hand as I could not move since I was still working on the string at the top. I could swear that she copped a good feel and might have even squeezed it as well. Then announcing that she now had a frontal wedgie. She reach down to fix it and her palm was smack dab on the head of my dick..