A small crowd has gathered at the window of the club...watching us: You smile...and continue to suck... the thrill of the crowd watching us only heig...tening our excitement. You feel that I’m fully erect now...and as I gently stand you up, you keep stroking my shaft...very hard in your hands now...you reach down...lift the hem of your skirt....and stroke the tip of my shaft against your very wet slityou beg me to insert it...the ache inside you almost unbearable now..your clit fully aroused. ”I nodded, such is the way of the world.“There’s a guy. Independence. Spends quiet, but spends large.”“Okay.”“Flunked out of KU. Med school.”Bingo! Maybe.I smiled, remembering that morning when I had overheard Gertie’s side of a telephone conversation. With a vice cop we had helped with a personnel problem. Lieutenant Ross “Hoss’ Nagurski.“Of course a Polak can tear a herring, Hoss. You guys invented bagels.”I discussed the Cyrus Vandenberg rumor with Vanessa when I got home. It had been her. Tyler waits a minute, until I’ve got a hold of myself. Then he picks up the pace. He fucks me harder than he’s ever done before. Then he thrusts deep into me and just stands there. I can feel his hot cum rushing into me. It jets out of him and into me in streams. He’s groaning into my neck. He pulls out of me. I kiss him before jumping down from the sink. I feel his cum dripping out of me and running down my legs. I pick up my panties and my bra and start putting them on. I pull a sports bra. I changed the gears of our erotic journey.“Ah, my darling husband, your hands feel so good on my chest. Does pressing my chest give you happiness? Teach me, my dear husband. Teach me well how to give you pleasure. I will learn well, I promise.”“Oh, sweet wife, I will teach you well. First, don’t call them chest, say boobs. Say, press my boobs.”“Press my,” I deliberately gave a pause, and imitating a coy expression said, “Boobs.”“Good wife.” He exclaimed. “Now, husband wants to see your.