In their midst, copulation aspires almost to a form of art. The couple have an intuitive anticipation of every move, every subtle change of angle, ...very tiny variation of tempo or pressure. One is reminded of two grand masters at the opening of a game of chess, each move eliciting a preordained response. Or of ballet dancers finding a pose with limbs intertwined, holding it in all its graceful excitement, then allowing it to dissolve into something even more more extravagantly. You want to prove it to me?"I shook my head no and she sneered at me, "I knew it! You are just like all the rest, all talk, no walk."I looked her right in the eye, "Just because I'm not willing to take a chance on doing it in public doesn't mean I won't do it. You want to prove me wrong follow me home and see what I'm willing to do in the privacy of my own bedroom."She looked at her watch and said, "I can't. I've got to pick my husband up in half an hour." Right! Who's backing away now?"She. "Now, spread your knees just a little. Perfect."Her slimy cold hand started to stroke my cock. She braced her bodyagainst my face. I could smell her slight perfume mingled with thefabric and leather in her outfit. "Are you going to cum for me like agood little boy tonight?" she asked me playfully.Her hand going up and down my shaft felt so good. Just like the timesbefore, it started cold, but then became gradually warmer. I wanteddesperately to do something in return for her. I considered. This comment instantly aroused me. To know she liked him really excited me. The night went on and we were all having a great time just getting to know each other. On many occasions I noticed my wife checking him out and Rob checking her out as my wife was wearing a black halter top with an open back, the kind you know she is not wearing a bra, tight white very short shorts and high heals, she really looked sexy.My wife Lucy mentioned that she thinks he might be gay since he was so pretty. .