I put my palms on the mattress and let my boobs hang a couple of feet away from his face. “I. Will. Wait. You. Out.” “It’s cold out here,” I...told him next. “You might say it’s nippy out.” It was, I would, and they were. I started to roll my nipples between my fingers for his benefit and continued for mine. I pinched them and stroked the areolae, raising the tiny bumps surrounding the bigger ones. I have the best nipples. So sensitive, so easy for him to get me going when he sucked on them, or. I took a shower and went to bed where my wife went wild.Sunday afternoon came around and my wife went out to the store. I was outside cleaning out my car when Steve pulled into the driveway and we went inside for some beers and turned on the game. I noticed Steve was rubbing his crotch as the conversation turned to last night's game. I went into the kitchen to pour us some shots and when I got back he had is cock out and was starting to stroke it. I handed him his shot. and we downed them. I. ’ ‘I wasn’t sleeping, only thinking, ‘ Elizabeth replied, shaken by his touch which so directly conflicted with her doubts. ‘What were you thinking? ‘ Robert asked, gently. ‘Nothing important, ‘ she sighed, her eyes lowered. ‘Tell me, ‘ he said in a firmer tone, a tone he often used when she tried to keep things from him. Elizabeth couldn’t deny that voice, that man anything. Her bottom lip began to tremble and her eyes welled with unshed tears. ‘Why is my luggage in the spare room?’ she. It began with the remote controlled bullet. I masturbated her within the restaurant to two orgasms. It was lovely to watch her try to hold off when the waitress was asking for our orders. Even more so as I nudged the volume up another level and the hum of the vibrations was just apparent enough to hear if one listened closely. Her flushed face, her heavy breathing, her wide pleading eyes, her hard nipples. There was no way the waitress didn't know. And her first release was too quick behind the.