... although I did wonder if they were exaggerating a bit.When Pete and I were making love I had started to fantasise a bit, mainly based on some of t...e stories I read and I found that I got quite turned on by the thought of watching my husband fucking another woman and perhaps having sex with her myself. I had kissed a few girls when I was at school but it never went any further, and I was curious what it would feel like to make love to another woman.It was while I was talking to Hilary that. He leans forward and kisses me, circling his tongue around mine as his hips slap against my skin. Then he grabs my arms, holds them together at the wrists, and pins them to the bed over my head as he continues to fuck me.The pleasure rises quicker than normal, but he’s able to read my body and knows exactly what to do to prolong the sweet torture between wanting release and wanting more. I can feel my own wetness in each of his thrusts, the smooth glide he’s able to achieve because of the oral. Seconds streched into minutes and then longer. That was when she made the comment about lace and satin and how it made me feel sexy and feminine. She snickered then added. "Your hard dick is proof that you enjoy feeling that way! Sexy and feminine that is!" Her tone of voice was almost sarcastic, but not quite. I shuddered when she moved her hand from my bottom, around my hip and onto the lunp my erection made in the front of my panties. "I never would have guessed that. Please, sit.” He gestured at the seat across from him, which slid away from the table. “Would you like something to eat?”“Sure.” LIly sat across from him. Gone was the man she had left defeated on the beach. Mike radiated confidence in such a manner that Lily felt like she were in the presence of an Elder Demon. She chalked it up to his fragile mental state. “I was under the impression that you were ready to continue our little game.”“We have plenty of time. You taught me that.” Mike clapped.