That was the signal for the growl. I changed sides. After a quick groan of frustration as I transferred my attentions the growl continued. Keeping bot... hands on her breasts I slid southwards kissing gently as I went. When I stuck my tongue in her tummy button there was a small squeak of ticklish laughter and then the growl resumed.I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her thong and pulled it down over her hips and slid it down her legs."Step out of that lot," I whispered. "I'd hate you to. He downed it and motioned to the bartender for another. He wondered at the quiet girl in the corner. Why was she here? Which one of the noisemakers had she come with? What was she thinking?His mind drifted to his old days. She was the type he would have gone after. He could see himself now… circling the room slowly... making eye contact... almost a scent... pounce... and capture. She would have been his for the night in the old days.Suddenly one of the noisemakers elevated his obligatory. Angus began to slow fuck her anus as Sam eased up his grip on her hair, guiding but not holding her as Angus gently rocked her body back and forth. Instead of trying to slide his entire length in and out of her, it felt like Angus was letting her asshole grip his shaft as he rocked it back and forth, letting his head be caressed by the velvety depths. For awhile they just stayed like that, and she grew accustomed to the feeling of having Angus moving around deep inside her, until Sam abruptly. The coffeemaker started gurgling as the last of the water was forced through it. Daryl shifted in his chair and stared at his wife. After seventeen years of marriage he knew when she was angry. He decided it was time to defuse the situation. Taking a deep breath, he asked, “Do you want to see a marriage counselor?”“No, our marriage is fine,” she answered. Getting up, she went to the coffeemaker and returned to the table with the pot. She refilled her cup and topped his. What she really wanted.