"I think you two kids have had quite enough, don't you?"All of a sudden it hit both Tabby and I simultaneously, and we both yawned, which made us laug.... "I guess it has," I said.Tabby leaned against me and yawned again. I wished she wouldn't do that because her breasts pressed against me and I didn't want to be sporting wood around her parents; it just seemed wrong to me. By the teasing little smile that appeared on her face after the yawn, though, Tabby knew exactly what she was doing. I. I looked around the room to find Tamara and I saw her talking to her mother.I walked over to her and said, "Excuse me, but may I borrow my wife for a minute?" Boy, that had a nice ring to it.I briefly explained what had just transpired and the contents of the letter. I brought my hand up to close her mouth. She was definitely shocked.I motioned the gentleman to come over to us. "Mr. Smith, this is my wife, Tamara." He shook her hand and then I asked, "When do I have to give you an answer?" You. I've warned him before about speaking to people like that." I said it loud enough to be heard over Richard's loud complaints. As soon as I said it, Richard started apologizing to them both. Joyce acted as if she couldn't care less about what he'd said to her, but Brenda was crying, and seemed visibly shaken up by the occurrences of the past few minutes. I didn't know if Phil would follow my instructions or not. The way I was feeling, I would probably do it myself, if he didn't want to. Richard. Hands stroke across my cum, sweat and ejaculate sheened body; touching, pressing, probing, gripping. Hands belonging to those dislocated voices that mutter unheard words in my barely sentient mind. But they are nothing; mere extras on the stage of my one woman show, because it is me that you cannot drag your eyes from. There you stand, nipples stiff rosebuds, lip curled into an almost smile, the movement of your stomach and breasts advertising the excitement pulsing through your drenched pussy.