He replied he was purchasing them to please himself, not me. I was thrilled.Back on the Mall esplanade, he asked for my phone number. I gave it to him...but said to call during the weekday. With my wedding ring, I didn’t need to explain. He wrote it down in a little leather notebook. I told him I had to leave. He said he would call. A white lie, I assumed. With earrings swaying and caressing my neck I walked taller than usual, erect in my pumps, elated. I didn’t look back but felt the presence of. With each thrust of hisrigid penis into her vagina she would moan with delight. She NEVER didthat with me. Raymond then began to alternate between screwing her cuntfaster, then slower. Mary cried out softly, "Oh, Raymond! I love ITdarling! Do me! Do me!" Suddenly, as Raymond paused in his thrusting,I was overcome by a compelling desire to kiss his balls and penis. Mytongue was darting about his scrotum and cockshaft. I began to lick atmy wife's vaginal lips in an attempt to find his cockhead,. She didn’t care. He puss was buzzing, she needed another cock to keep the high going, maybe give her an “O”A guy came along, mid twenties, tall, muscular, stone washed Levis, black jacket, white T shirt, white Caucasian, her heart skipped a beat.“You working?” he asked in an Aussie drawl.Bridie gulped. She had a lump in her throat, “No waiting for me mate, sorry,” she said.“Ok,” he said and walked away.Bridie shuddered. she couldn’t help herself. She slid three fingers up her cunt and started. He wasted little time in sliding his fingers deeply into my already aching cunt. Grasping my hair in his other hands he pulled my head back so that he could invade my mouth with his tongue. Then without warning I felt myself being spun round to face the wall before being pushed against it. He held me in place with his arm and continued to finger me. Hard and fast, to the point where, at times, my feet almost lifted off the floor… fucking hot! The force he exhibited caused me to catch my.