She was wearing tiny white shorts(barely visible to me because of the angle of her laptop on her knees)and a red belly shirt that said "girls rule" on...it in white. Behind her,on her walls, I could see posters of boy bands. But it was her face thatmesmerized me. Alyssa had twinkling, mischievous green eyes under wrylyarched eyebrows and a cute little upturned nose. Her skin glowed withgood health. Her mouth shined with glistening lipgloss. And then itdawned on me that she could see me too.. ."She moves her hands to start stroking my breasts, and I can feel my bodyresponding... I squirm to place my lips against hers and we kiss deeply.The interaction is taking my mind off the pain in my ass, and we shift sowe're kneeling together, kissing, groping each other... oh my.. this isturning me on so much....The part of my mind that is still thinking rationally wonders why I'mgetting so aroused? So horny from all this.. it's not.. like me.. not..quite... But really I just want. Her pussy gushed with juices. She again asked him to fuck her as hard and fast as he could. To fuck her like her husband never could. He started to move faster and deeper. I could barely keep my tongue on his beautiful shaft as it slid in and out. He was breathing louder and louder and I could tell that he was getting close to cumming. He had reached the point of no return. We could do whatever we wanted to do with him. I stopped licking and handed my camera to my wife as we had planned. My. After getting the laundry started, she reached down to adjust her panties and found them to be damp. She wiggled her panties down and slipped a finger into herself, to find her puss to nearly dripping. “What is wrong with me?” she thought to herself. With her curiosity over her husband’s visitor running amuck, she had never made it to the closet to store her boyfriend-toy away. Still standing in front of the clothes washer, she picked up her toy from the top of the drier and turned it on. When.