” You smile and say, “Good, we can sleep in a little then” as you take another key and uncuff my hands from the headboard. You lay your head on ...y chest and cuddle a little. You look up and say “Can I ask you something?” I respond “Sure.” You ask, “What were you thinking when I was dancing with Juan?” I am a little stunned you ask me and stammer around a little and say “I wished it was me.” You smile and say “I know you do sweetie, but did it make your cock twitch watching? I saw you watching. I popped out a boob to give him a quick view of my still attractive goods. While pinching myself several times, I bit my lip to avoid making sounds. Seeing me touch myself in the back seat, Singh sir smiled.While my husband continued to talk like a sports encyclopedia, Singh sir and I were silently having a conversation with our eyes. Unknowingly, some buried urges were slowly surfacing.When we reached home, it was close to dinner time.“You should stay with us tonight…or for dinner at least.”. "Ron had to pry her from around his neck again."How did you know my ring size," she asked.Ron held up a tiny strip of paper, "I wrapped this around your finger while you were sleeping. You pulled your hand away and I was afraid that I might have the wrong size."Brenda beamed, "It fits perfectly."They drove toward Seattle and Brenda kept looking at the ring and then looking at Ron and telling him that she loved him. Ron crossed the Lake Washington Floating Bridge and headed for downtown Seattle.. Donna reached her hand down and stroked him firmly, smearing more of the soapy suds down his length and cupping his balls. She gasped in surprise as she felt a finger slowly but surely enter her ass. The finger was pushed to the max and rotated as it was removed, then driven back in. She matched her hand motion with that of the finger, increasing in intensity. She could hear his breath quicken and become laboured as he pushed his pelvis forward to meet her downward thrusts. Her breath.