She murmured to herself, calling his name a little louder than a whisper, “Jay”. Not breaking from the mutual masturbation ceremony, he sat and wa...ched her amazed at her facial expression and how she was so passionate with herself while fondling her own body. Not self-conscious to his presence at all. Completely open in allowing he to watch her as she continued to bring her sexual energy out and he weren’t even touching her. As if he wasn’t there at all, she spoke as if it was him touching her.. I didnt expect you to be this early. Its so damn hot, he said carrying a gallon of paint in each hand, I just wanted to get to work as early as possible. I cant blame you, I said while inviting him in. Im Ryan, he said while taking in the view as he came inside of the house. Ryan was clad in baggy jeans and a white t-shirt. Even though he was on the skinny side, he was clearly muscular. He had dark brown semi-spiked hair. I also happened to notice that he had an amazing ass. Even through his. Jenn has a special way of approaching me, and getting from me whatever she wanted, and we both knew this was a shortcoming on my behalf. She took full advantage of my generosity and I let her do so. Jenn entered my study and plopped down on my desk, right beside me. Her cheerleader skirt was shorter than most and I did my best to ignore her obvious sex appeal as she smiled and hiked her skirt up higher than she should have. “Bob,” Jenn began, “Why are you being such an ass about civics?”. On TV the images of the blindfolded woman could be seen. The sound of the TV was off, my wife was staring fascinated at the screen with her dress pulled up, her hand between her legs and I could clearly hear the sopping sounds of the fingers coming and going in her dripping cunt.Her concentration was so great that she didn't hear me coming in. I stood in the shade of the kitchen and enjoyed the show that was offered to me. It wasn't long before her orgasm arrived. She sighed deeply, threw her.