Every few dozen of these punishing strokes he'd pull out to let my poor pummeled pussy squirt its heavy payload out across my kitchen, pooling in the ...aucers and plates we'd already knocked to the floor. Smirking he seized his cock by the base and aggressively thumped the shaft of it against my clit in a steady drumbeat, bringing another pleasured cry from me with every thump. “Oh you FUCKER! YOU HUNG FUCKING FUCKER!” I grunted as he pleasured me with this barest of contacts. He stared me in. Call me a pervert I dont know but the story goes as follows, A friend Ill call R used to come by and he and I would watch races, football games etc, drink and bullshit. My wife who Ill call S would sit with us, make snacks and watch also but really wasnt into the late night games. Occasionally shed fall asleep and R would comment on the way shed curl up or stretch out on the couch, the way her legs looked, her breasts moving up and down as she breathed and of course Id mention private things. I told her to show up at my place at 7 pm Monday night, and I would fulfill her desires. The bell rang, I opened the door naked, and pulled her inside, and immediately started kissing her and running my hands all over her petite body. She was a fox, a hard body, about 5 ft. 2 , nice everywhere. She came straight from the office, dressed in her power suit, I opened her blouse pulled up her bra, freeing her tits, and pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panty hose, didn’t even take them off, . 'You're not the first who's done this...and you won't be the last! The thing is...what are we going do about it...?I have to look up then, into your eyes....I see a faint smile play around your lips...' Were you going to wank up your spunk into my nightie , then Jamie?....that seems such a waste, doesn't it.....!'You shift your stance...your legs wider apart. I look down at the big white panties that you're wearing...'Look closer, Jamie...what do you see.....?'I lower my head to examine the.