She began moving her pelvis up and down, letting my cock slip in and out of her slick pussy. She wriggled her ass, rotating on my lap, my cock poking ...very corner of her cunt. Gradually, she increased the tempo, bouncing up and down on my lap, riding my long wide, hard tool. She moaned "OOOOOOOOHHHHH! AAAAAAHHHH! with pleasure, clenching the shaft with her pussy muscles. 'Sit still!' I gasped.She froze, the head of my cock just inside her labia. Then, holding on to the stool, I began thrusting. Picking up the key without a word, she looked into his eyes and abruptly nods her consent.Both of them are feeling a little shaky, they stand up at the same time. Greg takes Lisa's arm and leads her from the restaurant.This restaurant, where they were now not going to have lunch, was in the same building as the hotel, all they had to do was walk over to the bank of elevators. Greg had secretly planned this for a long time so when he suggested that they meet for lunch he purposely picked this. "Kurt keeps nuzzling Marsha's neck while he plays with her pussy. "Think about your husband watching you right now. Does he like having a naughty wife that looks at the captain's cock? You want to do more than look, don't you?"Marsha is aflame with desire and lust. She hopes he is watching her. "He knows I have been looking at your cock. It turns him on. I want to do more than look at the captain's cock." What a nice little slut you are. What kind of cock does the captain have? What does a. I said yes, laughing again. He gripped my hand firmly and said “Mine aren’t.” This time we both laughed, and in that moment, I think, we became friends. We drank and talked for a long time that night, covering most things guys do when they talk: sports, work and sports. After the fourth beer we moved to more personal stuff: I told him about growing up in the Midwest, moving to California for a job, marrying and having k**s, the divorce. He had grown up in the Bay Area but never liked city life,.