. "what you doing? Send me a pic of your tits" .... I showed my husband and the look in his eye told me how to reply... "Mmmmm hopefully I'll be doing...you, come over now! Instead of a picture I'll rub my tits all over your hard cock. I need you in my mouth so bad!" I sent him our address and before I knew it I heard the roar of his car in our driveway and my pussy got instantly wet.I answered the door in my lingerie, he loved my tits so I made sure they were on show and when he saw me he got. .. it wasn't too bad last night was it" No... no it wasn't... Gerry was a total gent... I'm just a little bruised that's all" I said and parted my robe, revealing my thighs.With a look of alarm he said. "I thought he as a gent... hadn't hurt you?" No... no. it was when he banged me up against the table, it's where the edge pressed against me... he's a big heavy guy is Gerry, and when he thrusts he thrusts hard" Well I guess you'll learn not to do it on a table with him next time" What do you. Each long, slow stroke brought me so dangerously close to an untimely finish that I even paused at the bottom just to delay a little longer. But my self-control was no match for these overwhelming fantasies and amazing new feelings. Despite my best effort, my virginal excitement was too overpowering to contain. That familiar feeling had never felt so devastating. I desperately gripped the base of my shaft as tightly as I could, but there was no way to prevent what was about to happen. When I. I mean it seemed so feminine, putting the seat down and squattingdown on it like any other woman would knowing I couldn't pee standing upany more unless I did it in the shower.However it didn't take very long before the novelty of it all wore offand now it's just a chore that has to be done like any other woman. Nowit's lift up my skirt, pull down my panty girdle, then sheer pantyhoseand then lower my thong panties down to my ankles, sit down and then letmy bladder empty. Then I'd stand up,.