Ron was loving it, he’d got his son’s wife where he wanted.“That’s it Anna, finger your filthy married cunt while you toss your husband’s Da... off as he watches,” Ron said to all.Ron’s cock was like an iron bar in my hand as I wanked it harder and got four fingers up my frothing gash. I was dying to get my mouth on it. I wanted to lick the ridge of his helmet and stick my tongue in his pee hole as he leaked pre-cum.I didn’t give a fuck, plus I knew my husband was loving this, didn’t matter what. At work she would merely smirk to herself rethinking her childish thoughts of lust. Finally Valentine’s Day had arrived, as Katelyn got dressed she wanted to look good for Sean when he showed her off to the other salesmen that seemed to run that floor. She picked out a matching red lacy bra and thong set with a black garter belt and stockings and black pumps that would definitely show off the shape of her legs. Even though no one would know what was under her very short black mini-skirt and. What she plopped onto my head was a tiny orange cap with anarrow front brim. I felt foolish and even, well, effeminate. Ihesitated and Marla grabbed my upper arm, her fingers sinking into mysoft bare flesh and hurting me. She marched me to the front door andoutside. Just my luck, one of her female friends was driving by andstopped to say hello. I had to stand there in my shameful clothes whilethey gabbed. Bob from across the street came out to check his mail boxand stopped, staring at the. "Lara laughed, then turned and looked. She gasped and said, "If you are, then so am I."I smiled and took his hand, setting my drink on the bar. He led me out on the dance floor, put his hand on the small of my back, and held me close. My heart began to pound in my chest. 'Don't let this be a dream. Please, don't let this be a dream.' I had one hand on his shoulder, and the other holding his hand. I glanced up at Lara and she smiled really big and gave me a thumbs up. I couldn't speak. I was.