Jessica didn’t answer.I pushed my thumb harder against her asshole and she let out a sharp hiss.“You ever let your husband go in the back door?”...��Once, on his birthday.” She panted.“Did you like it?” I asked.“I was really drunk.”“That’s not an answer.” I said as I drove my cock deep inside her cunt.“It wasn’t terrible.” She gasped.“Sounds like you need to try it some more. Shit, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” I grunted.“Not in me! Please! Please not in me, I’m not on the pill!” She. Once he got his hands on her tits, Emily moved her hands down her and his body and found his zipper. Quickly dragging the metal tugger down the length of his fly, her hands moved into his jeans and found the seven inch shaft that was trying to make its presence known. She then tugged his boxer shorts downwards and his dick came out into the gap between the two of them. Her small hands wrapped around his dick and lightly pumped it up and down making the young man groan.She grinned and let go of. God I hated that thing. But somehow I hadn't even felt it. Hadn't known it was anywhere around me. Stupid fantasies. Or great fantasies. Depending on the way you looked at it."So, everything's good?" I said, gulping again. "Mhmm," he paused for a minute, and chuckled a bit. "But are you always so wet?"I felt myself blushing to the roots of my hair. "Um....." was all I could say. He chuckled again. "If I wasn't your doctor, I'd do something about it." he said, his voice dropping. Was this. It’s like looking for a pin in the haystack. The nearer it gets to Christmas. The streets get busier, making it more difficult to find them.I change my routine once a week. Tonight I got off at Oxford Circus Station. I proceeded up the steps leading to the exit. Converging onto the crossroad of Oxford Street, Regent Street and Bond Street. All directions appeared to be more active tonight, due to the weekend. Standing at the edge of the pavement, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Slanted.