She was wearing her apple white kimono and still had her bed hair. I smiled and sat down at the table. “Good morning, darling,” she said brightly,...and then, “and good morning Lotti. Come in and sit down, there’s toast and coffee.”I turned to see a nervous Lotti loitering in the doorway. At Fay’s invitation she came over and sat at the kitchen table with me. Fay brought over a pot of steaming coffee and poured out three cups.“I’m sorry, I couldn’t find my clothes,” Lotti said with a shy. He let her, and she slowly turned him onto his back as she sat astride him. Reaching down between them she guided Dave's member into her body. Warm, wet, and somewhat tight, she welcomed him inside.of her. She sat up, he felt good in there, not to big, not to small, but pleasurable. Using moves she'd almost forgotten about she worked herself back and forth. Taking his hands in hers she moved herself in circles, changing at will her movements gathering as much pleasure as she could. He first. I did manage to get her to dress like a slut once or twice when we went out to a club or late night movie – short skirts that show a little ass are always a great way to get guys to double-take – and their wives to tut and pull their men away. Im sure some thought I was with a hooker! Sex was always great after one of these nights out – even a BJ in a cab one time – but all still a little static for what I really wanted. And then one night we went to a new club in town and she asked if she. " It was like she had read my mind.She yanked my hair to pull me closer and then she put her tongue on my neck and ran it up and over my chin and across my lips in one wet, long lick. She was like an animal in heat. Aggressive and wild. I was loving this and felt totally ensnared in her power. I was hers and she knew it and she knew that I knew it too. I've never felt this hot with another woman before and it was intoxicating.Suddenly, she pulled my head back by my hair in her left hand and.