" But what?" I asked, leaning forward and trying not to show how exciting this was for me. Hell, how sexy it was."Well," he said, shuffling his feet. ...He was a mathematician..." He was," I agreed. "A brilliant one." And he was influential..." he added."Very much so," I said. Please don't say it's because he was gay. Please!"But he was more influential for the machines – the 'bombes' – that he built to crack the new Enigma settings every day," he explained. "Not for his maths."I wiped away a. I started licking her back.Her bra was removed and I was cupping both her boobs. She could feel my hard on on her ass and she was pressing hard on to it. I slowly pulled string of her lower and now she was demanding me to fuck her. However I wanted her to wait more now. I slowly inserted my fingers from side of her panty to feel her wetness and she shivered in sweet pain. She was drenched totally and rightly I removed her panty. We headed towards bed now. She wanted me to have oral. She was. The size of the bulge in his briefs is just unbelievable, the clear outline of his flaccid uncut cock. I was staring and for far too long. “Guess you couldn’t go without your daily glimpse of me then?” John said, with me still staring in awe. “You think I don’t see you staring out the window every day? Just get in here boy.” He was authorative and it made my cock rock hard in a second. He walked through to the kitchen where he put his arms around me and gently rubbed my arms and chest. We. ”“Then I will go get the thermometer.” She let go of my cock, now stiff and rigid, aching for release. She started to walk toward our bedroom.“No need. I can take her temp with this.” I pulled down my pajamas and pulled my cock through the easy access hole in my boxers. It stood erect, twitching and throbbing angrily.My wife brought her hand to her forehead, the universal sign of forgetfulness. “Right, I forgot. You men have that ability to measure temperature with your dick. I am an idiot. I.