He leaned further back against the bar and pushed his lower abdomen out against my wife, his body almost perfectly straight from shoulders to feet. He...had her in a solid hold by her small tight ass and guided her crotch squarely onto his. My wife then lead back away from him a little so that she was standing more erect than he, with room between their chests but with their bodies meeting at their crotches. My wifes legs were open around him and hung down towards the floor. His legs protruding. More firmly, as you opened for me, and finally slipping inside you. I ground the buzzer firmly against your clit and your shiver drove you against my hand, my thumb now buried to its’ fullest depth. I could feel your knees give, and wrapped my other arm tight around you to hold you up. I began pumping into you, assaulting your ass, grinding your clit with the rocket. Occasionally I would let my fingers and the rocket slide back inside your pussy where, pressed against the thin wall of flesh. ” He agreed and when the pull off came around, I pulled in and parked. We wandered down to the river in a slightly awkward conversation involving weather and such and got to my tanning spot where no one was around. I looked around me and said. “Look, I’m a professional doctor so don’t EVER mention this to anyone.” He agreed and looked a bit embarrassed. I sat down on a rock and took a deep breath. “C’mere.” I said as I signaled to him and he walked toward me slowly. When he was close enough, I. Anderson’s wife was a nurse and often worked weekends, hopefully, this was one of those days.Lauren pulled into his driveway, got out and walked up to his front door. She rang the doorbell and waited there patiently. After a few seconds the door opened and Mr. Anderson stood in front of her. Mr. Anderson was no taller than she was, and was not that attractive, or in good shape, but she had seen worse. “Can I help you?” Inquired Mr. Anderson. “Hi, my name’s Lauren and I’m going to be one of.