His eyes were upon her, scanning the smooth, creamy bare flesh. She arched her back, fingernails digging into her palms. The inability to see or to to...ch was suddenly maddening. She wanted him, more than just his mighty presence before her. On her, in her, at one with her. Yet she remained silent and tried to be patient.His fingertips came to rest on her temple. She yelped, unable to help herself. Her mouth hung open, nearly drooling as his fingertips glided slowly, easily down her cheek. His. There's no mistake about it, this other guy is not attractive and would never have a shot with my wife outside of this setting. But, she's so consumed with horniness and lust right now that she's passionately making out with the guy. The stranger has my wife's left breast pulled out of the top of her dress now and is squeezing like he owns it. Sandy's left nipple is rock hard. After a minute of DEEP kissing, their faces pull back a couple of inches to show their tongues still wrestling and. "Not to mention countless others that will be better off from knowing you," she says. "If not for yourself, for all of them, close your eyes for a little longer." "If you don't want to have that life then just open your eyes." "If decide that you want to be that woman just wish it before opening your eyes."I close my eyes, more out of curiosity than a desire to help the strangers in the image.But as soon as my eyes close, they are no longer strangers. They are my mom and dad, my husband, my. "Om my God you feel so fucking good up my ass" I said. "Oh you're a dirty little slut aren't you?" he sad as he started to work his cock back out to the tip. "Yess I'm a dirty fucking slut"...he started sliding his cock back in but a little faster this time. "OOOOOOOHHH" I started to moan again. I knew people outside the booth could probably hear me and I didn't give a fuck. I was so fucking worked up. Bent over in just a polo and pantyhose. Feeling the cold floor on my hosed feet as he started.