Her grip on my ragging hard-on remained tight and with purpose.“I wish” my wife said softly, “that your plane had been on time”“Me too” I ...eplied, still looking at her puffy pussy.She then gently pulled me, by my cock, closer to her pussy. She was now rubbing the tip of my cock right at her outer-lips. “It seems that you want me” she noted, rather casually.“I do” I responded, not being able to deny my excitement.She then pulled just the tip of my cock into her opening. Her constant grip with. He needed to get it out of his system and there isn't much privacy when I'm there. What caused the erection, though? Was it just a random one that teen boys endure all the time? Or was it brought on by me in the shower, then the clothes I put on after? I wore this stuff to screw with him, but didn't really expect to turn him on. Do I turn my son on and make him horny? The fact that these thoughts are in my head is a little concerning. But I HAVEN'T been with a guy in years and am sexually. She didn't want to talk. She wanted to 'make out' and that's what we did. That is all we did.What was wrong with me? I hadn't taken this long getting into a girl's pants since I was waiting for Shirley to decide she wanted to be my girlfriend.I did unbutton her coat and touch her bare back with my hand and I did explore her mouth with my tongue, but otherwise, I did nothing. Frankly, the dress puzzled me. There were no bra straps that I could find and I didn't think she would want me to wrinkle. Their weapons, however, spoke volumes. Other than an occasional yelp or a muffled scream, the women did not attempt to communicate withthemThe other group, on the other side of the warehouse, could not have been more different. Dressed in fine suits, these men were well groomed and well dressed. They did not hide their faces. Some were young. Most were older. Unlike the guards, these men did not approach the women, but stood off to the side, watching.As the women watched the men in front of.