Another frozen margarita, my fourth? My hand now caressing the erection that formed a tent in his slacks. His hand now inconspicuously cupping my brea...t, thumb rubbing and pressing on a hard nipple. His lips close to my neck, gentle kisses sending chills down my spine. He whispers in my ear we should go up to his room for another drink. I shake my head, finish my drink and slip off the high bar chair landing on my feet, finding his hand now inadvertently between my legs feeling the wetness of. Then she began to do her exercises, again; once more in the buff. His cock was hard, but he waited. Finally, she finished her stretches and sat on the end of her bed, which happened to face his window. She lay back and slowly began to massage her breasts; first one and then the other. Her right hand came down to her waist, then drifted lower, as her fingers began to slowly stroke her Mons, then lower. He had a perfect angle to view her opening.His hand began to stroke his erection; the tip was. My life with Marsha was a dream. She spoiled me rotten and even after five years of marriage we were still making love like a couple of newly weds.My job did entail some travel — maybe three days a month — and even though necessary it still killed me to be away from Marsha. It was bad to be away from her a day, but three was a bitch.I'd just returned from a three day trip to Atlanta and when I got home from the airport Marsha was waiting for me in a frilly see-thru nightgown and wearing a pair. Time after time as Steven neared the point of no return, the girl slowed the intensity of her activity until the urge receded. For twenty minutes she knelt, naked, using her mouth, tongue, and lips on his rigid penis and her hands and fingers on his balls and even his anus to keep Steven in a state of arousal which exceeded any he had ever known. He was torn between wanting to end this sweet torture and letting it go on and on and on.Although she kept to her task with near single minded.