My strokes became heavy and she started to make more noises and asking me for more. I was pumping her fast .Then i stopped suddenly and took it out. I...used my tongue to lick her pussy and started finger fucking touching her g spot. She was moaning loudly now. As she was close to her orgasm she plead me not to stop and i increased my speed . Then she exploded her juices all over my hand and face.Then i slept on the floor and asked her to ride me facing me. She did it putting my cock inside her. Mr. Phelps was standing and Mrs. Phelps was sitting just in front of him. Mr. Phelps wore a dark suit, a gray silk tie, a white handkerchief in the left breast pocket of his jacket. Mrs. Phelps wore a red silk dress with a large bow at the lowest point of the neckline.Directly behind Mrs. Phelps was a large rubber plant and beyond that the tall windows overlooking Sixty-fifth Street.Mr. Phelps moved his forefinger back and forth under his wife's chin. "Don't look so sad." I never see you any. Until finally the testicles we had argued over earlier, sucked into my torso. The feeling seemed to pull deep inside me, finally reaching my tummy where I could see it push outward, the tiniest bit. Then the lips formed the Venus mound that seemed to call out my completion. I reached down and ran my finger through it. Horrified by the alien feelings it produced. As the green blinking light stopped blinking, my hair finally licked the top of my ass. Then my face shifted a bit, and when my eyes. As she grabbed them from me I just looked at her in a whole new light. “I’m a married woman, and Mr. Wright likes these.” I had stopped stroking completely. She was only a few feet from me and said, “Are you going to finish up Jake?” She took a step back and watched as I slowly began to stroke again. This time I was taking her in. She always wore very frumpy dresses that showed nothing of her body. I always assumed she was slim like Annie, but as I looked now I could see that her dress.