"I told her to put on the glasses. She did so. "You can see that my cock is very hard." I said it as a statement of fact because she was staring at...my jeans. She nodded her head and whispered, "yes". " How wet are you Miss Wilkins?" She took off the glasses and lucked up at my face. "I haven't been this wet EVER. If you wanted to fuck me right here on my desk I am ready for that and want that." I smiled and pushed her papers off her desk onto the floor.Miss Wilkins unbuttoned the prim. .right. She needs your help at her house in Springfield, Missouri,June 10th, 2015, Alex," I heard her reply.I felt myself cringe."Alex, what's the matter? Is something bad going to happen?" Emily askedin concern as she returned to the kitchen holding Samantha."Sis, I have to go. I'll try to be quick about this. I have to go to2015 to sort something out. Hopefully, I'll be right back."My kitchen became a living room, well decorated, with a feminine touch.Jack sat on the couch with her face in. Your nails are scratching at me a little harder now and I can’t take my eyes off your face as you stare me in the eye and whisper softly, ‘Let’s be BAD.’ Confident of my response to this you unhurriedly unbutton my pants, nuzzling your face into my neck. I have to adjust my hips a bit to allow you access to my hardening cock, which you draw out into the open without care. Tapping gently along its length you finally wrap both hands around it, giving me little pulsing squeezes as you purr softly.. We finally arrived and I pulled up at the far side of the lorry park. Martin had seen us came over took her by the hand. She seem to trust him... if only she knew.My wife followed Martin without saying anything. We walked across the lorry park. A few lorry drivers flashed their lights at us playfully. When we got to the Caravan Martin introduced us to Enzo who's Caravan it was. Enzo was about sixty-five, good looking for his age.My wife know what this was but didn't say anything - to my relief.