My wife tells me it's in my mind but I know better. It might start in my mind but ends up as a hard-on in my pants. I would like to do something about...it other than masturbate.My wife isn't like the older women I seem to read about in the stories. The ones who just can't get enough. Has a bunch of young studs take care of her. Mine is one of the mature older women who keep themselves neat, clean and still pretty modest. Because of past illnesses she doesn't have any sex drive any more. She. Next, Joy pulled down my zipper, and a moment later, if Dave looked towards us, he’d see my hard cock pointing towards the ceiling. “Mmm, I love your cock, no wonder Donna is a happy wife!” She caressed her hand around the shaft and slowly stroked me. I was so aroused, I was ready to fire off my loaded gun.She leaned to me, and I hesitantly accepted her long and passionate kiss. She moaned again as my tongue explored her mouth. “Don’t you cum yet!” She said, shuffling her ass sideways. Now on. She held it her hands and started to move it. She said that she is glad and would love to test me. Now she started to suck my dick…What a feeling that was. I was in complete pleasure. She was a great sucker. Harish was happy to see his wife getting what she wants. While she was sucking my dick i took hold of her boobs. She was wearing a Punjabi suit. I was moving my hands over her sexy body and fondling her boobs. They were huge in size. She was stroking my dick hard and sucking it like an ice. She hadn’t used the padded bra so the bodice was strangely flat.“Now, Ian, if you feel the skirt you should find a slit on each side. Put your hands into the slits. That’s it. Push your hands down as far as they will go without bending.”My hands slid into pockets of heavy satin. I hadn’t remembered that the dress’s skirt was in several layers. My hands were between the heavy outer skirt and the stiffened underskirt yet I couldn’t feel either layer. The pocket material was thick, soft and.