She kept rocking back-and-forth, causing me to have an orgasm. I moaned aloud, “Ahhh...”Susie kept riding me as she went through another orgasm. A...d then fell on top of me, holding herself up with her arms, but letting her nipples play with mine. She rolled off me and laid there for a few minutes in the bliss of just having sex. She saw a clock on the wall, and it said 7:30. She sat straight up, and said “We need to get moving as my bus leaves at nine, and it took me an hour to walk from. She took a turn, working ustowards the lights of the central city. "There is no need to overdo it,Mr. Sanders," she finally said. "You could have simply ridden theelevator down in silence." You think I don't fucking know that, K?" I snapped back. "You think Iwanted to flirt with that punk? Yeah, I could've just stood there, thatlittle prick was so fixated on my t-and-a he wasn't gonna give a shiteither way. Most girls in an elevator with their mom, that's what theywould've done, right?"But this. This would end in me cumming on the sheets a practice my wife took exception to. “I’d rather that your small, erect cock came inside my cunt than you masturbating and messing on the sheets.” She would say. Being summer I had now taken to taking my morning pleasure outside and standing in the sun would take my time to wank my cock in the a la naturel enjoying the arc of cum shooting off into the garden. But before you think I’m a solo wanker let me tell you about my wife and how our marriage. I asked our local office for help in this, and an interpreter was arranged, who turned out to be Maria. She had been an interpreter in Brussels, but had moved to Spain to live in a warmer climate. After the business was done, we all went out to lunch which is Spain tends to start late and finish even later. The wine flowed freely, though I tried to keep a clear head, as after all I knew that business is never finished in reality. The older of the senior managers sat next to Maria, with me on.