..yet. I knew what her desire was, she wanted him to serve her sex the orgasm. It then became clear to me that my wife made him cum earlier on purpose... She wanted him to last longer when he was finally inside her. Clever. I turned my attention back to our playmate. Being a teenager, he recovered quickly from his first orgasm. He was standing on the opposite side of the bed, watching timidly with another raging hard on yet intently looking between my wife's slightly parted legs. Uncertain of his. After all, I was in a public bookstore, not my dorm. I love wearing denim, but sometimes the stiffness of the material causes the skirt to separate from my body. I held my breath knowing I had just raised and spread my knees. My mind was in turmoil. Was he looking? Did he see under my skirt? Lifting my notepad, I peered over the top. The man seemed to be reading his magazine, but what if he was faking it like I was and looking at me? Did he see? I couldn't stop asking myself that silly. He moaned softly when he felt her squeeze his cheeks and press downward, urging him to connect their bodies more intimately as her eyes pleaded for even more. He couldn’t hold back any longer and his hips involuntarily thrust toward her, slowly rubbing the hard length of his thick cock straining inside his tight jeans fully between her legs. Both of them groaned as if there were no clothes separating their bodies… so strong was the sensation of that intimate contact. Their breaths grew even. They were full of lust, just like my eyes and our eyes were full of lust for sex, lust for body. I brought her closer and kissed on her forehead and then hugged her tightly with her lovely, big and round boobs pressing against my chest. I started kissing her on her and she was rubbing her hands on my back indicating that she was enjoying it too. Then making the final move, I took her face between my hands and placed my lips on hers. She resisted initially but when I forced a little, she.