She : I think we should try this one more time.I: of course we canShe: will figure out some date. I: okShe: what are you doing now?I: nothing , what a...out you?She: I m just fingering while chatting to you.I : ok , what u thinking while fingering ?She : I m thinking about today.I: I want to see what you doingShe sent me her few pics, she was looking dam hot in it.I: your pussy is wet , I want to lick it , I cant controlShe: but how?I: should I come to your place?She: now?I: yes now?She: no no my. And then I saw what I thought I would, my husband dressed in a pair of my best Wol**rd tights caressing himself in front of wardrobe mirror.I then moved the bar back until he entered the bedroom and I watched him go into my hosiery drawer pull out the tights, carefully undo the packaging and pull the nylon out of the packet, he was so expert at this that I now realised he must have been doing this for years and must have just got a bit careless in his tidying up for me to realise, I had. Yet the butterflies in her stomach told her it might be more. Deondre had a way of getting around the wall she built around her heart. He made her laugh, and she found herself relaxing in his company. He also had the uncanny talent to get her out of her g-string. Gathering her wits about her, she grabbed her purse and her car keys and headed out of the door. No matter how nervous she was, she was going to Deondre’s club tonight. Outside, she walked along the path down to her car. Getting in,. This made Steve clench his butt together. It caused a small puddle of cum to ooze out of the head of his cock. I did it again and another pathetic white puddle oozed out.Steve groaned and he watched his cock produce cum without any pleasure. He looked at me like a sad puppy and asked me why I ruined his orgasm. I told him that this is what he asked for. He wanted me to control his orgasm and this is what I did. He began to complain that this isn't what he had planned for. He had wanted me to.