"He was still bouncing her ass up and down in short, slow little jerks. He could feel thegreat flared ridge of his cock being clutched and stroked by ...er tight cunt every timehe fucked into her or pulled his cock back out.Tess was turning to jelly in his hands. Her upper body was writhing and twisting.Looks of great joy spread over her face, alternating with looks of agony as shecraved to feel more of his cock shoved inside her screaming pussy. She tried againto bounce in his strong grip."My. He's fondling her breasts. I wonder where Lester is?I make a few more passes during the next couple of hours. Sometimes I see Tina with different men. Sometimes I don't see her at all. Sitting in the car, all I can think about is all the men in the bar with their hands on my wife. In my mind, they fondle her big breasts and ass. They finger her wet cunt. She's probably stroking their black cocks, even sucking them under a table or in the men's room.I'm playing with my own cock when I see Lester. We kiss as I run my hands down the front of you, pausing to undo your belt and buttons before reaching in to stroke your hard cock with my hands. I bend down and pull your cock deep into my mouth and suck deeper and deeper as you close your eyes and moan my name. I feel your hand on the back of my head, pushing your dick deeper and deeper into my mouth, but when I feel your other hand stroking my hard nipple, I realize that isn’t possible in this position, and my eyes fly open only to find. He let me sniff them. "Man musk," I said as the shower ran. Ted chewed on the front for a few minutes before letting me put them in the washer. The socks were worn on the heels and the t-shirt was frayed around the collar. Steve didn't waste much money on wardrobe. Ted asked, "Do you still have that old robe." "In the Den closet," I answered as I put some cold chicken and roast beef on the table. I put two potatoes in the microwave to bake. "Which veg, Ted?" I asked. "Always corn,.