Running one hand between her legs he plucked at her clit, teasing it roughly while unzipping his pants. With two fingers firmly pressed against her ha...d little nub, he plunged his thumb inside of her and rubbed that sweet spot directly behind her clit. She moaned out loud now, visibly struggling to keep still. He knew she wanted to press her ass backwards so she could feel his hand deeper and harder.Stroking his cock in one hand he rubbed the head along the crack of her ass and asked her “What. She could sleep through a 9.0 earthquake at this point, I think.“Take me to her,” I ordered this chick. She giggled and grabbed my hand and led me downstairs.“Who are you, anyway?”“I’m Melanie! Melanie Johnnsson. And you need a hundred dollars for the (hic) ...puke.” Her “esses” slurred a bit. Then I recognized the name.“From the firm? ‘Iron Balls’ Johnson?”She giggled again.“The one and (hic)... Only!” Fuck, she had a pretty smile.I’ve heard my daughter tell tales of this one, and none of them. Plus I wear one when I workout at home.April is an accounting month for taxes, and so my husband had to work seven days a week during that month. On the Monday of the week before my anniversary, as usually I was in one of my tight crotchless bodysuits working on my cycle treadmill in the living room. I was thinking about how I would seduce my husband that night and make him fuck my brains out. In minutes of thinking about, my pussy was already itching for my husband’s cock and I was so, so. He got of the sofa and put on his new sneakers, he opened the front door and was greeted by the morning sun. He looked at his watch, he had ten minutes before she would arrive, "that's enough time" he thought to himself. He walked briskly down the driveway and hid behind his tree, he wasn't at all worried as he had been planing this for over a month. He made sure he was well hidden, if she saw him crouching down it would spook her. Several minutes passed and his watch beeped, 11o'clock , sure.