"Is that enough? Must I provide the titillating details?"I nodded and drank my beer while the rain poured down, a real cloudburst that rattled the win...ows and shook the shutters."Come," she suddenly said, "I'll show you. Rent us a room."I took care of that detail, feeling a surge in my groin, while the lady waited, hands on wide hips, her proud chest rapidly rising and falling. We were the only customers. Then I took her elbow and escorted her upstairs, bolting the small, slope-ceilinged room's. Feeling him deep inside her, something she'd longed for for so long. Made even more arousing knowing he was on a call with his colleagues and that they had no idea what he was up to. And she was in his home, his wife out for the day whilst Emma fucked her husband. The thought alone drive Emma wild, making her throb with pleasure, making her redouble her speed. Her arse cheeks slapping against his abs, his hands on her hips, pulling her hard down onto him with each downward thrust.Suddenly,. Soon she was squealing and gasping with arousal as my fingers worked her hot. In the mirror I could see her big breasts swinging and jiggling as she bobbed up and down on the arms of the chair with excitement. In that mirror I could also see my penis swinging stiffly with my movements with my shaft up almost vertical in anticipation of sliding into my luscious wife’s gaping slit. I began to stroke her along her vagina lips the way I excite her in pre-shag foreplay. That got her frantic. Her. His cherry-picking platforms, the minister called then in his lewder moments since he'd plucked at least one cherry on each of the furniture items."That's all right, Eileen. That's why I'm here. How can I help you, my dear?" My, she was a pretty girl, the Reverend thought as he motioned her to sit in the straight chair. Eileen had a round face, big eyes and a small, pouty, full-lipped mouth... "Uh, Reverend Gibson, sir... it's... like... it makes me embarrassed?" Eileen blushed and stammered.