“Am I?” Amanda responded shyly. “I didn’t notice.”“Afraid you might enjoy this more than you should?”Amanda practically leapt into Jans...n’s embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck and her thighs around his waist. He hooked his left forearm under her butt and easily supported her weight while with his other hand, he reached for his enormous cock and pressed the tip into my wife’s vagina. There was no point in waiting. They both knew how badly they wanted to fuck each other.My wife’s loose. ‘Oh, John… please… please… I’m going to… ohh I going to cum…’ John felt the gathering moisture between his fingers as he once again initiated the caressing of her spot, juices pooling deep inside of her. Her hips were moving, impaling herself on his fingers as he continued to increase the pressure inside, pressing his palm tightly against her mound to massage her entire pussy andwith it moving her clit back and forth. He felt the pressure of her head increase in his lap, subtle tingles. The risk of getting caught heightens the excitement -- but so does the uncertainty of what might happen. Henry didn't disappoint. Soon his fingertips tweaked his nipples while he cooed into the phone. I mirrored him with my own fingers. He leaned forward and slipped off his T-shirt. I was actually a little disappointed to see that Henry didn't have Skip's exaggerated, chiseled pecs -- but then what Henry had wasn't bad. Not at all. And certainly not when compared to my scrawny boyfriend whose. Kathy put some on a platter and the two began stripping the meat from the wings with tears running down their face. Gerry grinned and said, "My Donny just loves it when you guys cook these wings. He says that he gets a month's worth of loving in one night."I ran out of raw wings to puncture and went behind the bar to make myself a drink. Sal said, "Make me one too. I love these wings."Juanita came from the kitchen with a platter full of raw vegetables and a couple of big bowls of ranch dressing.