She was enjoying. I looked at her, her eyes were closed. One hand on her one breast other I moved slowly over her belly and then to naval area.I moved...hand down to her waist and placed my hand on her cunt over the petticoat and pushed my pelvis towards her. Our thighs were pressing each others and she didn’t protest. I pressed her cunt few times then removed my hand and opened knot of my pajama fell down.I took lund in my hand, lund was erect and tightened pushed it on her cunt over petticoat. I washed off the cum and shaving cream from my crotch, and stood there naked, dripping wet, with one very drained dick and one slightly sore breast and nipple. The sperm was slowly oozing down the shower wall. I reached out and rubbed it on the tile with one finger. It was thick and warm and slick. It was nice and white, too, which reminded me of the shaving cream and smoke. For a second I wanted to bring my finger to my lips and taste that sexy juice … but for whatever reason that time, I did. I noticed her husband watching us as we left. I detected a wry smile as we exited the party. She led me down a pathway into the gardens and away from the noise of the party. Her ass moved from side to side with each perfect step. She knew how to walk in heels and she made it look good. The garden was so serene, the flowers swayed in the warm evening breeze. I started to take my mask off, but she told me to leave it on, that it would heighten the sense of mystery. I was enjoying walking. She was eager to learn how to navigate the Internet on my new Pentium PC. I thought her.At first she was appalled when she ran into some of smut sites on the net, but after a few days of surfing she got used to it. From our conversations about the various sexual practices of the American people, I could sense that she was hot, and eager to know more, and wanted to experiment, and to revel in the temporary freedom from her neglectful husband left back home.I was smart enough to recognize an.