I started to kiss my wife, then to rub her breast. I could sense that he was starting to undress, then he came over and knelt infront of my wife. The ...eeling was fabulous for us both. Then his hand lifted her skirt and disappeared up. My wife opened her legs and I could only but guess what he was doing as I snogged her.The following session went on for 2 hours and my wife came some 40 times, before he left. So I will only recount the most memorable bits, otherwise a blow for blow account could. "Move it." God, no need to shove." I grinned back at him."I'm horny." You're always horny." Oh, you're a fine one to talk, Charlie." Hey, you promised not to blab about that." Yeah, not to anyone else. I can discuss it with you, surely?"We had reached the top of the stairs, and I ran slightly ahead of him to my bedroom door before turning. "You," I said before poking my tongue out at him, "had better have better plans than just my fingers." I don't make plans," he said to me as I walked. She noticed me watching her and quickly set her hands on the table, afraid that I’d caught her. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. Had I fallen asleep from the movie? I pinched myself to make sure. Nope, it hurt. That meant I was wide awake. I slowly started to get aroused as I replayed the image in my head. Why was she doing that in the classroom? I wondered. The last ten minutes were agonizing. I had a huge tent in my pants that needed to be treated, plus I was afraid that someone. I told I wasn’t trying for homeruns, that I was just happy to be able to play.“So, what is it that you’re looking for?” Sandy pressed as we rolled down Bacon Avenue in the central patrol district, past small businesses and bars, drunks and gangs of guys standing on the street corner, ready to bolt if we tapped on the brakes.“I want a hot ass blonde, in her thirties, who can hold her own, and who isn’t afraid to have some fun,” I replied. Sandy was 32 and a blonde, so my insinuation comment was.