I once saw it affixed to her skin under her dress, but even that slip I only observed that single time. For all practical purposes, she might have bee... making it appear magically on my cock. Whatever, it certainly never lessened my pleasure. "Go nice and slow," I told her while she drew her lips over my shaft. "Pay attention to my balls. Yeah, that's it. Fuck, you suck a good cock." All of this was a whisper, of course. The walls were thin as cardboard and I'm sure mama-san wouldn’t appreciate. I was unsure but was liking the attention so we kept on going. I could see that he was getting horny (and feel it ;-) ) but I was feeling good. He started to play with my boobs in my top, then put his fingers inside to tweak my nipples! That always gets me going and he knows that!He whispered that we should put the pashmina to good use, I didn't know what he had in mind, but went along with it. By now, he was rubbing inside my bottoms and I was getting more than a little excited but didn't want. “At any rate, we’ve got ourselves some seven months to go.”He went to her and kissed her long and lovingly. It occurred to him that his ex-best friend was not going to be thrilled with the news when he heard it. Well, it had been his choice, and it was a damn shame, he thought.****It was almost a year now since the end of my marriage to Claire Woodrew. I was at my usual station tilting one back just as my bud Sammy took the stool beside me. “How yuh doin’ sport?” he said.I shrugged. “Eight or. You waited like she told you. You wanted to masturbate so badly, but you waited. You waited while she was fucking her boyfriend, while his cock filled her pussy like you’ve never been able to. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. You imagined your wife on her back, her legs wrapped around him, his ten thick inches plunging into her over and over again. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you heard the garage door open. Her car pulled in. Your heart started pumping in your chest. Your.