He kissed her lightly on one cheek, then the other, moaning with desire. When his fingers found the heat of her crotch, she straightened up. ‘I said...��we don’t have time,’ she managed, turning around and pulling her skirt back down. ‘Ungh…but baby, you got me up here,’ he complained, and lay back, resting on his elbows. ‘Now what am I gonna do with this?’ he nodded at the bulge that was now straining at his trunks. ‘I’m sooooorry,’ she pleaded, and leaned down, grabbing a handful of his hardening. Antiques and old things in general comfort me, and John seemed to pick up on that right away. He strolled around the living room, inspecting the things I’d collected over the years. ‘This is a very cozy room. I like the colors,’ he said. ‘It’s comfortable.’ ‘Thanks. That’s nice of you to say.’ ‘Just being honest.’ He shrugged and sat down next to me again. ‘Well, it’s just that a lot of people think it looks like a bunch of junk.’ ‘Naw. It has a lot of personality. It says a lot about who you. “Nothing, sir. But I need to cum. Can you please fuck me and make me cum?!”This just kept getting stranger and stranger… and more torrid! Did she actually just say “sir”? Was she getting some ideas from someone at work, the internet, where? I was not thinking about that too closely with my wife’s beautiful ass in my hands and my now extremely hard and leaking dick sticking out towards it. I just leaned forward and started sliding my sword into her hot, wet sheath. “Oh, fuck yes. Pound me!” she. Because there was always some... goo... left. Onthe tip of my... dick."After he had thoroughly disgraced himself with those revelations, shesaid it was her turn. Fiona began, "I haven't been a very good girl,dear. Not good at all. I'm afraid that I've been to bed with quite afew guys. Well, to bed and on the floor and bent over kitchen countersand in the back of one guy's van, and in the shower and... you get thepicture. It was always so hard to resist, having tall athletic fellowsgoing.