I almost left her some lube, but I figured (correctly) that it would not be needed. Her eyes closed, her head went back, and her shoulders rocked back...and forth as she fucked herself for my enjoyment. After a suitable amount of time, I called her cell phone. “Yes, Sir?” “You seem to enjoy fucking yourself in my driveway.” “I am. But it would be much better if this was a real dick, Sir.” “Come in now, but don’t take the dildo out.” I watched her smile as she put her legs out the door, holding. 'What the Fuck Jonathan', he gave me a fright. but a mixture of another hundred things collated as we confronted each other.He had a man's cock, the last time I saw him he was small, 'Where did he get that one'?He was also naked, had the body of a thirteen year-old boy but a tuft of pubic hair, that was at odds with his stature, at f******n I only had fair whispy light hairs.'Sorry s*s, but you have a great ass', was his only reply in defense of being caught jacking one off.'How long have you. Paulene started to grind her hips into her his mouth, and after a long deep moan I felt her hand slip away from my cock as she reached to pull her lover up her body. Chris paused only long enough to stand up and strip his clothes off before climbing back on the bed between her legs. I Got up and stripped off then watched as he placed his hard cock at my wifes soaked entrance, and then pushed inside her. Their lips met and as she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, I felt the bed move. He teased her with his tongue, toying with her clit, then sliding it inside her for a second. He was enjoying too much the soft, involuntary sounds she was making. Occasionally a word would slip out. ‘Please’ or ‘yes’ or ‘oh, God!’ or ‘Will’, and eventually ‘more’. He lifted his head. ‘More, is it?’ She had opened her eyes when he stopped, and a flash of light caught a wicked grin on his face, and he saw the pleading articulate on her own. She reached out a hand and laid it on his head, urging.