He is eating me up, alive, undressing me as if I were just a model or something. Wondering what I had on under this outfit. I can see his eyes on my l...gs, and I find myself moving so that the skirt moves, and exposes hints of my stocking tops. I can't help it. It's almost like the stories I have read. I began to tingle. I remember a story I read and saved. Similar to this one but not exactly. In the story, the wife brought a man home and made her femme hubby service him and then she slept with. She had enough ACSR cable to handle everything but the feed to Colorado. She could get more from Illinois, but it wouldn't get here in time for Ms Lenti's deadline. She pulled the work crews off the Denver installation and put them on stringing cable to Las Vegas.She'd like to have the cables strung a day or two early – whatever 'early' meant in this environment. That would give her a chance to test everything before 'it happened.' Assuming that 'it' was going to happen on or about the 1st of. I ran up the stairs and locked my bedroom door, i was dripping. Ive never felt so horny in all my life, my mouth was dry and my pussy was soaking i just wanted to squel. I gently took off my tshirt, bra and leggings then walked over to my knicker drawer. My heart was pounding and my back was oddly sweating, as i opening the packaging my hand drifted towards my tingling pussy, i nearly screamed as my fingers massaged and entered. Out of nowhere i grabbed a thong from my drawer and shoved it in. Through a crack in the walkin closet I could see a good portion of the room. I didn’t see them, but I heard them kissing. I heard her grunting and I heard his belt buckle coming undone. “I want to shower first,” she said.“Aight,” he said. I watched as she walked by first, reaching back and holding onto his cock, pulling him along as she went. It was the biggest I’d ever seen. She stopped in the doorway of the bathroom and put his cock between her ass cheeks and shook them. He grunted as she.