He was actually stroking himself which I pretended as if I had not seen as I just looked at him and raised my eyebrows and hand as if to enquire if ev...rything was ok as he fell to the ground. I didnt speak as I was panting for breath just as I do when I have a good round of sex. My mouth wide open as if inviting him to drive his tool inside my mouth. He stumbled a reply that he was good and started feeling his ankle.I made him comfortable and pretended as if I saw nothing and did a bit more to. With my hands around her hips, I lift her up to be seated on the edge of the desk in front of my chair. She tries to keep her legs together but as I lower myself to sit down again I run my hands over her upper thighs down to her knees, spreading her legs slightly, forming a small v before me. "Open them wider now." Her thighs fall open trembling as I put my finger into her mouth and she begins to suck it as if she were dying of thirst. After a few minutes I slid my finger out of her mouth and. "They stayed motionless while she panted. She wanted him to move and pound into her. Her level of arousal was unrelenting and she needed a release soon. He must have felt the same thing because he began to pull back and push forward with a purpose. He held her hip with one hand and grabbed her breast with the other. She heard him growl while he continued to pleasure her.She felt her orgasm begin to rise just as he pulled out of her and she let her frustration be known. He sat back in the car. He loved my lasagna and my kitty Tiger liked him. We played some gin rummy and watched some TV, but still no spark. I had decided that after the show ended I would ask him to go home and then I would go to bed, alone once again.Then I saw it: a dark movement along the baseboards near the TV. A mouse! Where was Tiger? Nowhere to be seen, of course.PaleWriter hadn't seen the mouse yet, but had turned toward me when I stiffened. He followed my gaze and......and the mouse charged! Or at least it.