"What?" Not eating onions." I looked at her with a wicked grin. It was still so odd to see her and want to kiss her. I kept thinking of her as my frie...d, but then my racing heart would correct me every time I looked at her."I don't mind onion breath." Picking up a single fry, she slipped it between her lips seductively, and whispered, "As long as it's yours."I could feel my face grow hot and had to look away for a moment. When her foot slid up my calf, I chuckled. "You'd better eat fast. I'm. Older men had always turned me on and when I turned and whispered to my husband he just smiled and proceeded to grasp my big tits from under my shirt. I moaned softly and felt a surge of desire when he forcefully grabbed my face and turned it towards the other people in the cinema, ‘watch them, do you want them to see us? Do you want them to see you grinding your wet pussy on the seat like a horny little slut?’, he whispered in to my ear, making me gasp and nod as I ground my dripping pussy. That evening I sat and watched a film and had a few beers. I had experienced a hectic week at work and was tired so I decided to go to bed. At two a.m. I heard the door slam and then the sound of Angela’s footsteps climbing the stairs, which by the sounds of it, was no mean feat. She walked into the bedroom and put on the light. “You awake?” “Well if I wasn’t, I am now," I replied. My eyes squinted as I tried to readjust them to the sudden light; once they had, I looked at Angela and what a. I spread my feet and knees so he could stand between them and I hugged the side of my face to his bulge, then turned my face and buried my nose in his crotch and inhaled deeply, then hugged my other cheek to him. I looked up and found the tab on his zipper. I snaked it down and reached in his boxers to fish out his dick. This was not going to work. I undid his belt and pulled his jeans down just below his ass. I carefully pulled the boxer waistband out, down and away from his dick. I smiled as.