Reaching around and grabbing her ass with both hands I pulled her in tight against my now raging hardon. Slipping my hand lower then up under her skir... I found slippery inner thighs and a dripping pussy. The elevator stopped and the doors opened on our floor. While we were disengaging two business type men stepped in and got an eyeful of my wife’s ass as my wet fingers slid out of her pussy. We practically ran out into the hall. After getting into the room we stripped in seconds before she. Now it was just the way we shared our little house.Little? Yes, compared with some of my acquaintances, mine was a tiny hovel. I knew another engineer with four thousand square feet of McMansion, a mortgage that both he and his wife had to work to pay, utility bills four times mine, and while it was impressive to look at, inside and out, mine was HOME and a real shelter. The young cutie pushing the vacuum cleaner was what nailed down that 'home' thing.I thought about my friend Alan and his. Stacy needed little time to clean out the copious amounts of her father’s cum that had filled her, thinking nothing of its presence or its removal. She returned to the kitchen, upped the heat on the stove and quickly had both bacon and eggs frying. By the time they were done, she’d lost all recollection of our coupling.Staying out of range of the hot grease, she sat at the table and scanned the headlines of the local news. To her shock, a familiar name jumped out at her from a local news story.. Donna upped the ante for Murray but without the pressure on his delicate sensitive pecker head…instructing Amy with…“Lick his balls sweetie and then under his balls…lick around your boy’s areshole”….Well Amy would never have ventured this far south alone…but given the tuition…the coaching instruction…it was like she had to obey…hell she wanted to obey…this was all new and new in sex is great…better than great…its …well… its swell… Amy was licking soft lightly hairy balls and was lost to.