It thrilled her to no end when she was lucky enough to catch a girl bending down, her hips swaying off to the music as she knowingly or unknowingly sh...wed off her ample ass and thighs. It was one of the reasons she chose to hang back and sip on her vodka and tonic over spending the entire night dancing. Emma was a voyeur, and she would admit that, which is why this club was one of her favorite spots. Aside from the girls with the short skirts, there was a large stage adjoined to the back wall. I'd suggested she see our doctor about it, but she felt too embarrassed. She never wanted more than a cuddle. Don't get me wrong, I supported her decision to stop working to raise kids. She was a good mother, and she kept a clean tidy home, tending to my other domestic needs, while I worked all hours. I'd 'played away' a couple of times, but never looked for a relationship. And now I am no longer in the spring of youth, or as slender as I had been! I'd started 'chatting' to Marion a year before. We both remained perfectly still.“Am I hurting you?” she asked after a long, long, long pause, and with a voice that was less steady than before but still in control. I knew it wasn’t a real question as Lisa wasn’t placing any of her weight on my vulnerable bits: my cock and balls. Rather, her weight was carried partly by my hips, which her legs wrapped around, but mostly from the buoyant force of the water. Her question was really a discreet acknowledgment to me that she knew exactly where her. "I need an orgasm, Bob," she complained.It was about two minutes after I had walked up to that counter and slid my prick into her pussy that I realized I was in deep ... deep trouble. That's because there were some feelings she had to work through associated with being made to wait for this."Don't you dare cum in me," she panted as I rodded her with long, delicious strokes. "You'll go soft, and I want you very, very hard for a while yet." I'll do my best," I said, my voice tight. The truth was.