After a few weeks at her new job and eager to make new friends, my wife agreed to go to happy hour with some of her co-workers. Prior to this she had ...nly been in a bar once...and did not drink at all. But this night would be different. As she tells the story, it all began with her first Cosmopolitan, then a second and a third. Soon she was "tipsy." An hour or so later several young male accountants showed up at the bar and bought drinks for the ladies. She found herself standing at the bar. I found myself worming towards the slapping sound and found myself only inches from Marks union with my loving wife. Mark was thrusting in her full length. Do you like the site of that honey Jen gasp. I know I know I know you dooooo. I found myself fixed on the sight and could not help but begin to lick her clit. Jen was over the edge now and nearly screaming. Mark was not hindered as he continued to push in her to spite the occasional contact with my tongue. All at once he pulled from her and. I was going to college regularly and one fine day when coming back to home I had a lot of sweat in my body so thought of taking a bath and entered the bathroom, after removing my dress there I saw my trimmer in the stand. It was not right that my trimmer shouldn’t be there, and I thought only mom could have used it and left that matter away. And after few weeks saw the trimmer again, this time my devil mind started to think what mom had done with this, I started to imagine that mom shaving her. I was now in serious discomfort from the pressure on my cock and decided I needed to give my cock some space. I continued to caress her ass with one hand, while unzipping my trousers, which at least released the immediate problem. I had the relative looseness of my thin cotton trunks now the only thing between my cock and her pussy, as she began to lower herself onto me. My heart was racing and I was breathing feverishly almost, as she lost her bra. I breathed in the sweetness of her skin as.