Randi went to the door and let Mike in. Before they went into the living room she explained how upset Bill was. Mike said he understood and would see ...hat he could do to help.Upon entering the living room Mike sat on the couch, opposite Bill, and Randi got on her knees at Mike’s feet, wrapping her arms around his leg. Bill cringed when he saw this but did not blow up at this time. Randi asked if anyone needed anything to drink but both men declined.Mike began by saying, “Bill, I understand you. At work as she loaded the mail up into the sack, she searched to see if he had any, he did not, and her heart sank, why she did not know, but her feeling between her legs spoke differently, she possessed information about this man, and she was keeping it to herself for her own reasons, how could she be sexually attracted to him, 'Fuck she thought, this job is boring, except for this man'.When she drove onto the street she was excited, she confessed to that, but as she drove past his house the. “That feels good Mike but this is what I really want to feel inside me,” she said, as she wrapped her fingers around my cock and squeezed it. Before I knew what was happening, she'd spun round and she was smiling down at me, her pussy poised above my cock. I held my breath as she lowered herself down onto it and the feeling I got as she it slid into her was totally out of this world. It felt like it was sliding into warm, moist silk. She gasped and cried out as I felt my knob nudge at her. This was more than Joe or Tommy or Ben had expected when they asked me to get a stripper for the party. It was like I had hired a prostitute, not a stripper. And that prostitute was my wife!Joe put both of his hands on my wife's head. He began slowly thrusting up into her accommodating mouth. Ceras put her hands on his thighs to control the depth of his thrusts, although, it was clear, Joe was being a "gentleman" about the whole process. Over and over and over, Joe's dick slid upwards into.