His touch, his hands on me was so erotic, I had never felt like this before. My entire body was lost in the moment, almost as if my body was craving m...re. It was thrilling. Somehow, I think he knew what was happening. I think he knew what he was doing to me.With his hands on my hips, he motioned for me to roll over onto my back. I was suddenly very aware of my hard, throbbing cock. There was no hiding how arroused he had made me. How arroused a man had made me. I exhaled sharpely, my breathing. “Well, well, well. It looks as if somebody likes the thought of his wife being a dirty little slut. Would you like to hear more?” I asked, to which he just said, “Yes, please.” “Alright,” I said, “But you just may want a divorce when I'm done telling you what a filthy cock slut I am. But first, do you know the two reasons why I get my cunt waxed regularly? Well, three reasons actually. The first is because it helps my leotards and yoga pants show off my perfect cameltoe at the gym. And the. The absence of the undergarment allowed Kenneth to position himself against Alison’s opening. He inhaled the mixed scent of coffee, perfume, and the smell from the unlit scented candle that was only a stone’s throw away from where the two of them were positioned and preparing for their furious sensual encounter. ‘Damn woman the view is absolutely perfect from here.’ Kenneth said as he stood for a moment just admiring Alison’s round firm ass before giving it a firm slap that echoed through the. I laughed and said, “Neither should an eighteen-year-old be a grandmaster in all martial arts or be able to outlift any bodybuilder but have a body like mine. It was merely physics, mostly. I happened to kick at the right spot to stop his head and spine, but not his body. Momentum did the rest. I was going to punch him to shatter his skull, but that would have made him look funny for when we take him back to the dining area, even if he will end up being cut into pieces to go into the freezer or.