She drops my hand and looks into my eyes before kissing me gently. She pushes me against the wall and then climbs up onto my lap, pressing her wet pus...y against my knee. I can feel the soaked fabric against my skin. She licks my lips as though asking for entry into my mouth. I oblige and feel her tongue against mine. She gently grinds her pussy onto my knee and moans into my mouth. I begin moving my knee in time to her movements, eager to please.She pulls away and rests her head on my shoulder,. They seemed happily married, with three k**s. The wife was called Jane. In private, the other tradesmen and I called her "Plain Jane" because she was a lovely person, but not pretty. She let us know that she was not altogether happy about the fact that she was about to turn 40. It was 1993. She was about 5 foot 6, with a small build, and we knew she went to the gym a few times a week, because she would always tell us where she was going when she went out, in case we needed to contact her.. You share with her the sweet taste of her pussy you now have on your face via a deep kiss. You motion for me to come over to the bed. "Undress him now," you tell your lover, while you pour yourself a glass of wine and sit leaning against the headboard. Your lover pulls off my shirt. She seems to look surprised at the sight of my muscular chest. "It is ok to kiss it," you tell her laughing, and she does, kissing it softly and sucking briefly on my nipples. She starts to kiss my neck then. I took every inch of him. His cock slid over my tongue, past my tonsils and down my throat. I could feel his cum filled balls on my chin. I repeated this motion until he pulled me from his love log. He blew his thick salty load on in my mouth. I held it until I was instructed to swallow his juices. The thick creamy mass went down with ease. I was even more aroused. I stood up and kissed him deeply and passionately. Steve grabbed me by my ass and picked me up as we continued our kissing. My.