What if Peterson was serious? Would he offer her a job as a model? Images of herself, swathed in elegant clothes, adorning magazines, with all that ex...ra money, flashed across her mind. She'd have a life of her own! She'd be someone again, not just Doug's wife!Almost trembling, she carried the drinks over to Peterson and his assistant, and put down glass for herself on the table beside the sofa."Excuse me for a moment and I'll go get dressed," she said, glad of an excuse to get away and think. "Oh," she giggled as she reached between us, wrapping her warm hand around my growing cock. "Looks like you enjoyed the show.' She moved her other hand and took my cock in both hands, caressing it until it reached it's full erect size. "I know we fucked already, but that was just a release for both of us. Let me show you how much I love you." As she spoke she lowered herself into a kneeling position and took just the tip of my cock in her mouth. She began sucking on it like it was a. ‘You’ve made me stupidly hard and I’m just supposed to get over it without finishing?’ Their moans greeted each other in the darkness as they cautiously looked out of the window where they could. ‘That was, mmn, kind of the plan.’ Erin found herself moving herself a little back onto him. ‘Nngh, and how exactly, mmn, was that going to w-work, nngh, for when you’re next here?’ ‘I won’t be here.’ Archie paused, blinking with confusion as he pulled away from her. ‘What do you mean?’ Erin turned and. This time she cut them to just at the crotch. Her front pockets hung down outside her shorts, hers were so short. I could see the crease of brown butt cheeks when she walked in front of me.“This is Coach Bockner’s house, Becky. Jimmy told me the rumor was that he had a beautiful wife who used to swim on college swim team.”“Maybe they’re both home since there’s no school. I hope they like fucking teenagers, don’t you.”“I’d like to have some pussy from a woman who was a tall swimmer. I bet she’s.