" A concerned look crossed her face as she reached up to put her hand on my forehead and test my temperature. Jennifer looked down as if her menu was ...uddenly the most interesting document since the Magna Carta. I smiled at her obvious embarrassment and for a brief moment in time, wondered how she would react to hearing me tell my wife and son that, "Jennifer masturbated me to an orgasm under the table using her pretty foot, darling." Discretion being the better part of valour, I thought that. Feeling her and my mixed cum on her fingers and playing with it like a k** and some sticky goo.My hands made its way to her beautiful mounds as well. Her A-cup breasts were such a delight to cop a feel for. I was just playing with her still hard nipples, switching back and forth between her left and right breasts. I took one into my mouth and start suckling on it. Her eyes just closed and a small smile flashed at me.Then my phone rang. It was my wife telling me that she’s running behind on the. I like feeling you sticky on my tip." Mm, you like that, huh?" Yes."While Martha massaged her slit with my tip, Ronnie put both palms against my butt and squeezed, and then she ran one palm under my crack and squeezed my balls. Looking down, I could see her fingertips and her painted nails as she caressed down there.Martha's breathing was becoming audible. She had my dick hard and my tip soaked with her. Her knees shook a little, and she steadied herself for a moment, then they shook again. She. We thus met each other for a few months. I dared not even hold her hands for fear of repercussions but slowly our friendship grew and we started confiding more in each other. I began slowly touching her namely like her shoulders and her head and I was just waiting for the right moment when I can have her and please do not mistake me, I was interested in fucking her but I also wanted to know her as a person but I did not love her and the time came when all her family had to go to Chennai, to see.