The traffic is slow from construction and the driver has slid the window down more. She has a view of your ass in the air and my fingers buried into y...ur from behind. Just as you are about to cum I slide my fingers into your ass, you let lose a groaning moan and cum all over my hand. Your juices glisten in the light. The driver moans along with you and you move toslide my slacks down and move to sit on me, reverse, you reach behind and grab hold of me and slide me deep into you. Your eyes lock. Paul was transfixedwith disgust and aversion. Stefan was the complete opposite to all thatPaul yearned for, and all that he had seen evidence of so far. After anage, like his workers, he bowed. When he straightened. Paul couldn'thelp but notice the bulge in his trousers."Stefan makes a beautiful chocolate mousse," Erica whispered in Paul'sear. Like a lightning strike, the thought that that very bulge was thesource of the semen he had so joyously eaten with Victor the previousnight stunned. Not that he was a hypocrite, but it just confirmed that sex to his wife was nothing more than a business transaction. She never actually seemed to relax and make an effort to enjoy it. It was all about what she could get for her pussy.Before that point, he just assumed that she was a good homemaker, if nothing else. She had to be good for something, since she seemed to view sex as a chore that was necessary to have a man pay her way in life. When he had been young and naïve, he didn't know any. Sometimes in a rush to get ready for school in the morning she would dash from her bedroom to the laundry room dressed in just panties and a bra. Well that doesn't sound too bad except that she has been shopping at Victoria's Secret. You know the kind of undies they sell. All I can say is WOW.You might get the idea that the week we were waiting was no more than a steady stream of her trying to seduce me. Yeah there was quite a bit of that but we also had other things to do. She had school.