With passing days I share her about my family and how I miss my wife. Since then some time she teased me about that am I missing my wife, why don’t ... go to wife and so on. At the beginning I was not thinking about the matter later I realize that she is teasing me with those and since then I begin to reply erotically.If she ask me “am I missing my wife” I replied “yes but who will fulfill my needs”. She kept quit.Another day she again ask me, while I opened the main door for her ” sir, it’s been. She crawled on top of me and kissed my chest. I pulled her night shirt off. I only slept with boxers on so that was all I needed to shed.She lay flat on me my dick pressed against her abdomen. She began to rock against me pressing her breasts against my chest, sucking on my neck as she did.I slide my hands down her back and between her butt crack past the puckered star of her ass hole and to her moist wet opening. She was wet very wet. I made me wonder if she wasn’t playing with herself before. She sat and watched as one of the girls took her time licking at her friends clit, so jealous she thought. She was becoming rather uncomfortable now and knew she couldnt last much longer without touching herself.Her nipples were sticking through her small white pyjama top and she used two fingers to gently tease them. She only had small titties, 30a, but her nipples were huge, she always laughed when her mates said you could hang coats of them.God this girl was good, she was alternating between. Soon her pussy began to lubricate itself, and the pain eased, to be superseded by wave after wave of intense pleasure. Alicia’s eyes were squeezed tight shut, her audience temporarily forgotten, as she concentrated on the delicious, tactile sensations. She clamped her powerful vaginal muscles tightly about his plunging shaft, determined to maximize her pleasure, and consequently doing wonders for her partner’s own experience. ‘Jesus, you’re a hot bitch!’ Tony gasped, feeling his climax rapidly.