. shouldn't be doing that, Mrs. Yates," hesaid half heartedly. "It's O.K. Jim. Why don't you take your clothes off forme," I whispered hoarsel..., my hand between his thighs. Jim had no idea what to do, so he slowly began strippinghimself, shirt first, then pants. I could see hisself-consciousness as he dropped his pants, his penis standingout in full naked erection, a long, thick pole of throbbingflesh and blood. We stared into each other's eyes. I reacheddown and. I very much doubted you’d be getting much sleep.As soon as you arrived home from work that evening I explained I hadn’t been able to book our favourite restaurant as planned and how sorry I was, you just kissed me and said you’d be happy with takeaway, so we ordered some pizza and you went to change out of your work clothes saying you’d shower later. “If you’re a lucky birthday girl I’ll help you” I whispered as I kissed your neck. We ate our pizza laughing at previous birthdays. “I really am. He decided to put off the planned Canal trip with his beloved spouse and his best friends Ed and Trixie and announced to the group that they were going to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower and visit some of the night clubs to ogle the dancing girls showing off their colorful undies to all the customers in a display of bent-over bums certified to give any guy a nice stiffy even with his wife sitting right next to him.Trixie put up a stink because she considered those French girls to be all a bunch. She lay there looking up at me. she was gettin the shit fucked out of her.camera cut to a shot of us on the bed as i was fucking her, legs in the air as i'm just juking away between her warm thighs"gimme that fuckin pussy jenny Thomas" i muttered "ohh my god" she stammered wrapping her arms around my neck. I've been trying to get in this pussy for awhile,I was determined to make her feel every inch of my dick inside her, she ran her fingers across my bald head several times"ohhhhh.