I arch my back against the cold, gasping as it slid further and further down. You continue to explore and memorize my body with your mouth.You turn me...back around as you slowly spread my legs so you could kneel in between them. You kiss up my calves and thighs before gently running your fingers across my wet pussy, barely touching them but enough so that I can feel it, which drives me crazy. I feel your mouth kiss me and I jump in response to feeling so good. You tell me to close me eyes, and I. I ought to be doing something, anything, rather than waiting.Gradually, the feeling got stronger. It got so I couldn't bear to wait more than a half-hour outside whatever window or other locale I thought would pay off. Beating off got to be a chore, too, even. For one thing, it made my cock sore. For another, there were only so many times in a day I could do it.The alternative, I hated to admit, was worse. It was that I had no idea what to do if I wasn't watching and waiting for some girl to. ” She handed him a large whisky and looked into his eyes. He took a gulp and she kissed him, sucking the whisky out of his mouth,letting it dribble down her chin.“Take my sweater off.”This time the whisky dribbled onto her breasts soaking into her lacy bra. She pushed his face into her soft, pillowy breasts. Sucking hungrily he pulled her bra down. Her brown nipples stood erect. Oh so good, suck harder. Another wave of pain, she half bent to control it, bringing her chin down on the back of his. I would take turns looking up at Maria’s ass and then back down to my wife’s face on the phone only a couple inches from my cock. My thoughts went from fucking Sara’s wonderful throat to spreading Maria’s tight little pussy and ass. My hand squeezed and pumped my hardon as inconspicuously as possible beneath my desk, but as my orgasm took over, my first gasp caused Maria to turn around abruptly to see why? “Is okay Mister Juan?” she asked, her curiosity peeked by the nervousness I am sure was.