I watched intently and was smiling as she had a good time. The song ended and they parted smiling.After a while another song began and the other black...guy asked to dance with her and off they went. He took off where the other man ended but this guy was really into the slow grind. I could tell she was getting into also.The guy with us at the table asked me if we wanted to smoke some weed, I declined but said my wife loved it and probably would love to. He said it was laced with some other. I threw the blankets of me and gave myself a quick wank about 15 strokes or so just enough to get a real good feeling in my dick I started to get dressed for the day and decided to put one item of clothing on and to stroke my cock at the same time, I started with the socks and soon found this didn't work so I put on one item and then tugged my cock a few times then added another item , this worked fine, after longer than usual I was dressed and really horny ready to start the day.Later in the. Just back and forth and inch or two....not even fucking you, per se....your cunt is dripping...you don't even get the sense that i using you for a full-length stroke. i am just playing with your flesh using your whole body just to pleasure that golf-ball sized lump of my cockhead, as i do this to you...dragging on that sensitive underside of my cock. i am now rocking my hips slightly faster, no friction , but just like a thumb and fingers wrapped in a tight 'O' around the top of my cock . Her Husband, Kieth, was a strong minded man who held a very important position at a local high street bank. During thier marriage, Lynn had wanted for nothing, all she was required to do was keep a clean, tidy house, pay the bills on time and always provied Kieth with a smart pressed shirt for work. Not a hard job, she even had time to spend at the hairdresses, gym or shopping. To most, she lived an ideal life, but what her friends did not realise was that there was always a price to pay for.