"You dress up like a girl?" He asked. He looses his lock on my eyes and starts to look up and down my entire body, taking in my outfit. "This isn't wh...t you think it is," I mutter out. He walks up to me and in seconds, which feels like forever, he's only a couple of feet away from me. I imagine the intoxicating smell of my perfume combined with the lilac bath bomb fills his nose. "Then tell me what it is," he says. I can feel his eyes piercing my soul. I almost feel his breath. I decide at this. I was jerking myself faster now as I heard the unmistakable tones of my wife deep in the throes of orgasm.As she shook and twitched her way through her climax, the young man was obviously not going to allow her any time to recover. Roughly spreading her long legs, he positioned his erect penis at the entrance to her vagina. With her legs spread thus, I could see that she was dripping wet and ready for him. With a deep groan, the young man gritted his teeth and thrust himself all the way into my. I moved over on top of her as she spread her thick thighs open. Jen was rubbing herself and her breathing had increased. I grabbed my cock and pressed my tip up against her. Jen's fingers blocked me. She stopped rubbing and took my cock into her hand. She guided me very slowly into her. Jen gasped as I broke into her. You could hear the juicy sounds of me entering her very moist pussy. Before I could get all the way inside her. Jen gushed and her fluids spilled out of her onto the bed. I. How does one plausibly explain to his bony, clingy girlfriend a sudden interest in scrapbook making or bedazzling a pair of pumps? The simple answer is that one doesn’t, and the guy seemed to have surmised that for himself because after a moment he turned to the mouse and said, “Honey, I need to drop by the shitter for a minute.”The mouse rolled her eyes and whispered, “For God’s sake, Tony, can’t you just call it the men’s room like every other civilized man on the planet?”“Who said I was.