Wendy stroked the back of it."Please let me help," she pleaded.Tim shook his head again. She said nothing but continued to stroke him as he continued ...o shake. At last he quieted and slept. Wendy stayed a few more minutes to make sure he really was asleep before tip-toeing back to her own bed.It took her a long time to drop off as she was still concerned for him. Indeed, she woke worried in the morning but went downstairs to prepare breakfast as usual. She hoped he would confide in her. She was. “So, cutie, areyou going to take me home and fuck my brains out, orwhat?”“Waitress? Check!”***Needless to say, Ralph drove.Meanwhile, Rhonda and I were getting acquainted in thebackseat. This woman sure knew how to make a man squirm.Poor ol’ Ralph didn’t know what he was missing! His wifewas a tigress, jamming her hot tongue down my throat likeher life depended on it, and sucking my tongue like itwas a cock.It was all I could do to keep from ripping her dress. My heart beats even faster. “Look at me”I look into your eyes and see how pleased you are. I blush from the scrutiny but keep my eyes on yours. You run your hands down my arms to my hands and lift them over my head. You hold my hands over my head with one hand, as the other slowly smoothes over the front of my body. I bite my lip and a soft sound escapes from me. You let go of my hands and you trace your hands over my body to my skirt. My eyes have fluttered closed. You unzip my skirt and it. I was somewhat disappointed as he turned to the sink and I lost sight of him. Nevertheless, I continued to masturbate myself, fantasizing about the black gentleman who had just willingly exposed his most private parts to my gratiating eyes. I heard the water turn on at the sink as I leaned back, my legs fully gapped open, and grasped my thick swollen shaft and began to rapidly masturbate myself. The steady rhythm of skin slapping against naked skin produced a distinct sound as I brought myself.