Then just stopped and kept my fingers in her pussy until she stopped shaking. She felt wonderfully wet, hot, and slippery.As she recovered she was on...her hands and knees in front of my chair. She didn’t make a move to cover up. She didn’t seem ashamed. Was my wife still there? I gently slid my fingers out and took my shirt off and wiped my fingers on it. I tossed it aside.“Jill, are you OK?” I askedShe purred “I’m so good, but for some reason I just really want to know if you are OK, and what. Now is what some unexpected twists came in. A bus. which slowed down from a distance. I figured out clearly that it is going to halt in the bus depot for sure. She quickly moved away and hit behind the advertisement board. There was a two small horizontal space one below and one little above in that advertisement board, which has the possibility to expose her thighs and face alone if she was standing behind, and someone should watch closely to figure that out. To completely hide she has to sit. They would be so disappointed if I didn't make it." Okay. However, sometime this week I want to sit down with you and talk about a proposition," Jennifer said."A proposition? What proposition?" Oh, just some things about college, you, Jimmy and I."Shelly's eyes opened wide. "Can't we talk now?" She asked excitedly."Sorry sweetie but I have to get going. Now eat and we'll set something up for later in the week."Shelly pouted her lips as Jennifer kissed her cheek and went into the bathroom.A few. FUCK ME HARD..YYYEEESSS." upon each hypersensitive stroke. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body as each one blended into the other. The endless foray of breathless satisfaction subsided as my softening cock slipped sloppily from her gaping, cum-soaked pussy. My absences inside was quickly filled by the now-humid livingroom air as she lay exhausted below me. We kissed, breathlessly panting, as we struggled to calm our pounding hearts -- ignoring the tickling sensation of our combined.