The minister’s hand slipped between my legs andhe started to rub the entrance of my cunt lips.I sighed and pushed his hand on my hips .My own slim f...ngers found his hanging lund and I began to rub it to make him ready.“I liked the way we did in the plane” he whispered. Smiling I pushed him on an easy chair nearby and slowly sat with my legs folded at knees on him. Then I took his hand and asked him to hold my waist to guide me on his throbbing manhood.I felt my belly touching his hairy one as. Although I was married, I was attracted to cocks and balls! There were many times I’d have to hide a hard on.One day when I was soaking in the Jacuzzi, a mature guy sits down on the side across from me and dangles his legs in the water. I’m already horny and am peeking at his fine-looking 6 inch cut dick sagging on top of a nice pair of balls. It made my mouth water. We shared a little small talk but unfortunately, he eventually got up and left. I’ve always regretted not making some kind of a. As their lips met again a new kind of passion flowed between them, less aggressive but far more intense. Her hands were on his chest as he pulled her closer, his hands sliding to her ass to feel her curves. Skinny and lean, but tight. Fuck he couldn't wait to see her take her little black dress off. He was very excited to see what she had on under it. He was quickly brought back by the feel of her hands running down his chest and into his lap. He couldn't remember the last time he was this. .. what else did I fucking need? An engraved invitation?There would be at least five targets. This was going to be a bitch to do quickly and silently. Fortunately I didn't need most of them alive. Heck, the more I thought about it the more I decided that I didn't really need any of them alive. That cheerful thought brightened my mood significantly. I wanted Wally-boy alive and kicking, but not if it meant operational failure and/or risked my own safety unduly. If I had to, I could pull that.