5 perfume, my favorite. As she pressed herself against me, I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. Being a 34A, she really did not need to wear one ...ut I had never known my wife to go in public braless unless she was wearing a bathing suit. "Mmm, something is missing," I whispered in her ear, half joking, as I pushed against her left breast with my right hand. She kissed me again and responded, "That is not the only thing that is missing," as her left hand rubbed against my crotch, unzipped. We then pull closer as we begin to explore each others mouths. Our hands begin roaming our bodies. You slide one hand to my ass. One of my hands slide down to your smooth legs and the other begins to explore your tits through your dress. Then as a reaction, you bring your other hand to my crotch. You begin to grip and toy with the hardening cock beneath my pants. We stop kissing and stare at each other. I take you by the hand and we leave. We roam the frat house till we find our way to an. “Slow and easy. It’s big,” she says. He slows and lets her adjust to his size. He is a bit bigger than me and longer. He starts pushing it in a little at a time. And she is making very soft moans and gripping his shoulders. He is kissing her tits and nipples as he works it in. He’s all the way in. Now he is making long slow strokes. She is moving with him and she looks like she is enjoying it as much as he is.I can see her wetness on his cock as it moves in and out of her. She says my name.I. ‘Argh!’ A gruff muffled cry. ‘Ah, uh -uh -uh -uh!’ Her mother’s quick staccato grunts reminded Emma of her own orgastic choking sounds under the sheets of her bed. A swish of clothes. The door to the bathroom opened and closed. Silence! Holding her breath, Emma turned the handle and eased her door open with the slightest of gaps. She peered through at the bathroom door. She listened, agog. After the toilet flushed the bathroom door opened and, sure enough, her mother emerged, smoothing down.