She brought her face to mine and we began kissing once more. We kissed feverishly while my hands massaged her back. Her lips tasted like freshly picke... sweet cherries. Delighting in the softness of her lips, I kissed her harder.Laying one hand on each of her warm smooth thighs, I grinned and accepted my fate. She broke our kiss to smile down at me. Her hair dangled over me and on me, teasing me with it's feminine scent. Her firm breasts stood out like beacons as she leaned over me, exploring my. I had arrived at school about forty minutes early and looked for a “legal” spot—one that didn’t need a special sticker. I didn’t want any troubles on the first day. Made my way to the office where I was confronted by a blizzard of papers to fill out; you already know that part.That’s when the real weirdness started and I’ve already begun to tell you about that, but even now that episode has such a surreal quality that sometimes I kind of wonder if it happened as I recalled it.I had asked Dr. Before he could give me a definite answer I turned on my heels and said, "I'll see you another day, then."After I left the changing rooms I decided to do some sunbathing in the local park. I was feeling pretty horny after getting that chap all hot under the collar, and thought that I might give myself some finger relief if I could find a quiet spot in the park. I have masturbated several times in public places and I am sure that no one has noticed, not that it would bother me too much if they. How could my sweet wife allow this man to touch her like this?? My prim and proper wife was sighing in pleasure as a black man played with her breasts. Her chest was rising and falling under his expert manipulation. Slowly, Marcus took his hands away."Barb, lift-up your skirt." Marcus whispered. Surely my wife would not do this, I thought. I was wrong. Slowly, she let her white hands fall to the hem of her skirt. She eased her skirt up and over her wide flaring hips. As the bottom edge traveled.