For several minutes you perv on my wifes tits until you glance up and make eye contact with me. I smile as if to say "caught you" and you grin drunken...y. My wife is looking out the window totally unaware. You take my smile as permission to perv on my wife and start to creep your hand toward her. You slide the strap of her dress off her shoulder almost completely exposing her braless tit. "What the fuck" she yells, pulling her strap back up.A few quiet minutes later you do it again. This time. "Just for that," she smiled, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll beg me to stop."Laura twisted heatedly under her, mewling softly as Karen fastened the ball gag into place. The next fifteen minutes were an exquisite torture to her. Karen, after their long history together, was a consummate expert at bringing Laura to the brink, denying her release, then manipulating her again into a desperate delirium of sexual need, only to finally deliver an explosion of such surpassing rapture that Laura. “I’ll pick you up out front at six, show you the local sights, take you to dinner, right? That cafeteria is certain death.” “Get in,” she said with a sigh of resignation, well aware of his desires and his swollen groin. “You can help me haul stuff into the dorm.” The young man settled into the leather seat, did up his seat belt and was mashed back to the cushions as Vixen floored it and scorched away from the curb. The 4.6 liter V-8 screamed through second as Vixen negotiated a couple of turns. Just softly rubbing on my shaft. She then poured oil on my dick and began to slowly stoke it, while rubbing my balls. I immediately began to get aroused. I closed my eye so I could focus on her stroking every inch of me from top to bottom. I imagined my dick was in her mouth and it felt like it. My dick was fully erect and I could feel the intensity growing with each stroke. Before I really knew what was happening she climbed up on the table and sat right in front of me, forcing my legs wide.