We exchanged numbers and after talking to him I felt there was a good chance I was finally going to get my fantasy fulfilled. I knew my wife would nee... some coaxing. I told her about the guy I had found and suggested we meet him at a neutral location and see how things felt. If you're not comfortable after that we will just thank him and go home. She still wasn't sure but decided to shower and get ready in case she decided we would meet him. I called him back and we chose a meeting place. While. I had finally allowed my hand to reach her clitoris and I was pulling on it roughly whenever I began to withdraw, making the actions coordinated. The harder and more forcefully I pumped into her, the harder I pulled and tugged on her clit and the more forcefully she moaned or grunted. I could tell that she was near to or right at the edge and thrust hard into her, slamming my body into her cheeks and firing my cannon as I went. When she felt the warmth of the cum, she began to contract her cunt. Even my head was sweating. I took off my cap and walked over to the jeep, fishing out a tube of jell. Over to the bath house to spike up the mohawk. Mom didn't like the mohawk, or the ink. She didn't say much though, being as how I paid all the bills. Been that way since I was 17—the divorce was ugly, and dad seemed to no longer give a fuck about any of us.It was quite at the park that morning, so I hopped down to the truck stop to load up on gas and gatoraid. I kept a cooler stocked most days. , make sure that their needs are taken care of in a most discreet manner!!!" "Both our male and female members," she continued on, "receive sexual gratification through small openings in a wall separating them from the providers!!!" "The only thing visible to either party is the sexual organs of the other, thus total discretion is assured!!!" "Being a provider for men," she explained, "you will sit in a small cubicle and wait for a member to stick his penis through the opening onto your side of.