Missy didn't mind, she hadn't been expecting her evening to end in any other way. At least this time her husband had actually managed to get it inside...her and it had felt good was her thought. And with that thought she likewise got off the bed and picking up the towel began to clean herself up."My, oh my, Jimmy, look at the mess you made of me," she giggled to herself as she rubbed away the cum that was smeared all over her tummy and groin. The feel of the soft cloth felt nice and the action. And other times, like right the fuck now, she wanted those fingers slapping against her g-spot hard enough to make her body shake against the wall.“She’s wearing a veil. That’s so exotic,” the wife said.For a split moment, Beatrice almost panicked that they could see her. But the veil hid her teeth and the darkness did too. She was free to just indulge in a set of eyes watching her.“Yeah, I ... damn.” The man was staring right at her. Like, right at her. The woman was looking a lot at. They walked around for a little while, but didn't even hold hands.He excused himself to head back to the conference seminars. Marissa checked her watch and then went off to take care of some business.She was pacing nervously when Alan returned to their room. What she had done that afternoon would either make him very, very happy, or it would make him very, very angry.When he came through the door, he had a puzzled look on his face."Hi," he said, trying to figure out what was going on.Marissa. I hope your sitting comfortably now, this show is for you. I start tracing slow circles around my stomach. My free hand spreads some of the suds round to my side and then I move both hands up to my breasts. I imagine the scratchy feel of the scrunchie is the stubble on your chin as you kiss my skin. My hands are starting to shake and my knees tremble; I know what’s coming. I smooth my hands down over my hips, down my thighs and back up again. I tilt my head back, eyes closed as I envision you.