But for some reason, the wife would always talk to me when she would see me outside. She would even sit down and smoke a cigarette also....BAREFOOT!! ...he's one of those chicks who hates shoes, so she'd always be barefoot when I would see her. About 2 weeks later, im sitting outside smoking a cigarette yet again, and out she comes yet again. Barefoot! Only this time, she's on the phone and I hear her say, "yeah, (her husband's name) will be gone for a week". I swear, i got so excited! She said a. My own cock was solid and leaking pre-cum, but she didn’t touch it. Not once.Eventually she climbed off my face and told me to get dressed. Before I did, she pulled off the lacy panties from over my cock and replaced them with the damp silky ones she’d been wearing.“Your treat,” she said, “For being a good cumeater.”There wasn’t much more talk on that occasion, she wanted to get cleaned up and I left shortly after, my mind racing. She did text me later that morning, saying thank you and made. A cold blast hit me and a flurry of snowflakes blew into the hall. I patted my coat pocket just to double check my keys were there before I closed the door from the outside. Didn't want to get locked out in this weather! The snow was deep, about 15 inches and was to the top of my boot. It was soft and each footstep sunk deep as I crossed the lawn.I looked over and saw that the driver had opened the door and was standing looking dazed but with the snow blowing in my face I couldn't tell what he. Boy John must have been beatin off the beat the band right about now! Pullin on his skinny white cock. Man it was good. She was in jean shorts and white tennis shoes with round hard bent kneecaps and he was just a rattlin away on em with his penis. What a damn nasty picture. Rapin her skinny knee cap off her! Damn bony knees. Whackity, whackity. Right there in front of the mall. Getting her legs peter whacked! I could just imagine John masterbating over this picture on the monitor. I flipped.