Gina’s tongue pulled back and mine followed past her teeth, exploring and remembering her mouth, our lips locked tightly together. I pulled her hand...from my boob and pressed it between my legs. I began to masturbate, with her hand between mine and my clitty. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. “Let’s move to the bedroom,” I suggested, leading the way. When we arrived, she tossed the gift she’d grabbed off the table on to the green and brown bedspread and began to unbutton her blouse. “No, you. “You have hot ass feet!”Morgan folded her arms, “Their gross Bill!”“No!” He assured her, “Their high-heel feet. I always say that!” He made her lean against the empty seat and lifted her feet. He took off her shoes and began to rub them under the socks. “They have that exy curve!”Morgan cooed, “Ok, maybe you’re right. They do!” she let herself enjoy the rub. “OK!” She gave in, “What do I have to do!”Bill told her what he wanted, “just were your clear pantyhose like you were going to. At one. “Husband, I guess we need to think about supper.”“Yes, I guess that’s true.” I was massaging higher and higher.Claudette squirmed exposing her lower body completely. She murmured. “I’m not hungry for food. You have something else in mind and I agree. Kiss me, my love.” It was much, much later before we thought about food.It was time for Christmas break for Claudette. We were enjoying married life as much or maybe even more than when we first married. We would spend Christmas with her parents. Or so, I took my new toy out of the sack and turned it on. It buzzed pretty loud in the theater. I undid three buttons on my top put my hand in and squeezed and pulled my nipples licked my fingers and repeated it again, I had attention now. I put my right foot on the seat in front of me, and started rubbing the dildo on my pussy. The guy in front turned around and watched, the 2 guys in my row got up and sat right next to me; the one behind me got closer and peeked his head over the seat. I.