My legs are spread and relaxed from his attention, and I sigh in anticipation as he teases my slit with a finger, never touching my aching clit. He ...isses my thighs, getting closer to my dripping pussy, only to move away and continue his route again. Finally I can stand it no more, I raise my hips, trying to get him to touch me where I need it most. When he ignores my hint, I cry out, “Please, James!” I jump in pleasure as he begins rubbing my outer lips, brushing against my. She judged why I did this which made even more of my impression on her.We paid the bill and took off from there and I dropped her to her place.Just before reaching ,the type cast -would you like to have coffee at my place (she lived with her father but as he had gone out to bombay which I learnt at the lounge)?She was bit tipsy and so was I as we had a full pitcher of liit. So I told her I do prefer water or some lemonade for the downer.She opened the door and went to the kitchen.I though it. Some shooting over her face or tits. Other guys were fingering her clit while waiting to fuck her. As soon as one cock had cum inside her or shot over her pussy lips another took its place. At one point my wife seemed to be on a constant orgasm. Every so often Mark went and got a close up of her face while being fucked. On one occasion she looked straight at the camera and said ‘I hope my cuckold at home is watching this film and enjoying seeing me being used by all of the guys’ . The fucking. Little squeaks escaped her panting chest. Her hands fluttered like pale nestlings not knowing how to fly. Then she sniffed. She pulled the back of her hands over her nose and eyes. They left streaks of make up. Her eyes sparkled in a dramatic frame of ruined mascara."I... I am so sorry, Mistress", she whispered. Her voice was hoarse. It still choked on the afterquakes of her emotions. "I... I let you down... I am not worthy... I..."The wet slap rang through the car. It made Kristie's face snap.