She smiled, whispered, “I know, John,” and then we were one, kissing, sliding into/onto each other. Somewhere deep inside me, a spark found tinder... and became flame.In the distance, like an echo from far below, I heard Kelly whisper, “Oh… my God…”Sweet Amy was like a furnace inside, hot like my wife had been in her youth, tight, clinging, and wet. Her breasts rode against me, her nipples leaving wild circles of remembered contact as she rose, and fell, rose, and fell. Friction! Soft, all. After a few minutes, she came my way and thanked me for the drink.She introduced herself and said her name was Lisa. She looked like she was in her late thirties at that time, a bar regular and usually drank and met her friends there. She then asked what I was doing there because I was unfamiliar to her. I told her my wife was away to visit her mother, so I had decided to have a drink and relax a bit. After she heard the word 'wife', I noticed her face looked disappointed.I told her I didn't. It was heavenly!Virginia's delicate fingers slipped into the coarse curly hair of heremployer as she pulled his head even deeper into her dripping snatch. Malcolm licked and sucked on the protruding clitty as he feltVirginia surrendering herself to the pleasure of the flesh. He knew thetype of indoctrination that she had as a young girl. Her libido had beenheld in check by the repressive teachings of her father. He was going toundo, in a single afternoon, what her father had spent years. My wife did as she was asked, and sat beside Jeff on the sofa as he ate. Lloyd stayed near the window, keeping a look out.When he had finished eating, Jeff turned to Jenny."You are a very pretty lady" he remarked. "How long have you been married to the wimp over there?" Three years" Jenny replied."And how is the sex?" he enquired."It's alright" she muttered."The truth Jenny" he urged. She looked into his eyes and said:"The truth is, he has a tiny cock and cums too quickly. The only orgasms I.