She mentioned I should have gotten on my knees and licked at her sopping wet pussy. Despite trying to tell her I could move on with the day without an... more sexualness...she told me I better find some place to get my sexual tension out by fucking her!As I drove down the streets pondering where on earth we could get our sex on, she massaged my pulsing dick through the jeans I was wearing. I tried to go over to a business suite but we found the front doors to be closed, since it was Sunday.. Anger flooded his thoughts because neither his buddy nor his girlfriend had bothered to come get him. The wind off the East River knew spring was just around the corner and was doing its damnedest to get in what winter in it could. He was determined to spend his money on what he had been craving for his entire incarceration: the greasiest cheeseburger he could find. It was a long walk home.The bus rides cut into his pocket change but Steven finally made it to the Bronx. It was just after eleven. " They were all stood staring taking in every detail obviously making the most of breasts and pussy. I watched their eyes, enjoying them staring at my naked wife, the feeling turning me on lots. My wife smiled massively, and delicately moved her right hand to her thigh. Then she slid it over her pubes and down. Her finger tips searching for her exposed clit, she started rubbing again around it. "Do you mind if I carry on then, as you interrupted me cumming?" she asked. I was a little. His manhood throbs against my tongue, and I need more. I have to open so wide to take him in. I can feel every ridge and vein as he slides between my lips. When my lips touch my fingers, I lift my eyes to his. Gone is the fear of discovery, replaced by hungry need. All it takes is a tickle of my tongue or a squeeze of my lips to pull his strings. My seemingly subservient posture is a ruse. Down here, on my knees, I’m in control. I could tease him. I could make him beg. But not tonight. He.