I can't wait for you to stuff me with that dick of yours."I tried to pull Clark's dick as I tried to bend down; I wanted to take him in my mouth as he...finger-fucked me, He didn't want anything to do with that, though, and moved in between my legs and slid into me. I heard him moan as he brought himself as far up inside of me that he could. Once inside I felt him pause and I knew that this was a bad sign. I laid there under him waiting as he just knelt above me cramming himself against me.At. We live in a small town on the East Coast of England.You will, as the story progresses be able to work out the town we live in.It all started as a joke. We had been married for two years when Paul told me he had sent some of my photos to one of those readers' wife's magazines for a laugh. I scolded him about allowing some of our private pictures to be published without him asking me.To be honest it turned me on, I am a bit of an exhibitionist.As we were getting ready to go to a party at Paul's. He had just been watching her video again, and here she was in person! His pulse accelerated as he assessed the young woman in the flesh. He noticed the wavy hair unrestrained by its usual braid, the faintly exotic tilt of her eyes, the beckoning curves of her braless tits under the tight sleeveless top.Saved by the desk, he thought, aware of the stirring the onscreen pictures had begun and made more prominent by his visitor.If the arrogant prick can’t bother to remember my name, then I won’t. I could tell she was now working out my labia, trying to reach my clit. Then I felt a warm oozy slipperiness between my panties and my skin as she rubbed slightly harder. On the next step, Cecilia she slid her long fingers under the elastic and traced down through my trimmed pubes down to my throbbing clit. Her two fingers pushed past it and into the tight puffiness of my lips, drawing warm lube out with them and pulling it back up over my swollen clit. I moaned softly, thinking I was going to.