It was almost like fucking her, the way I ground my pussy into her. Leahs hands were roaming up and down my back, tracing my spine, then she slid down...to my ass, kneading my cheeks, pulling me harder into her clit. Her tongue was in my mouth, exploring me, her tongue salty with cum. There was something so intimate about lying atop her, grinding my pussy into her. Our nipples touched, our breasts were pressed into each other. I felt the same feeling with Jacob, my husband, as he lay atop me. Grinning, she straddled him, positioning her pussy over his mouth. He laughed when she released the hem of her skirt, letting it fall over his head.Then it was her turn to try and lean against the counter and pretend she wasn’t getting head. She bit her lip as he licked the length of her slit, exploring her folds and teasing her by dipping inside. She gripped the counter with white knuckles, imagining the taste of her cream filling his mouth.Slowly, she started rolling her hips, grinding. .." My job allows me a fair degree of flexibility, and of course as a tutor, most of her work is done in the evenings; mornings are fairly free. Sometimes I take the morning off, and we spend it in bed together. I must still have looked annoyed, because she continued; "Tell you what; as a special treat, I'll do anything you ask for." "Anything?" I repeated, puzzled. "Anything!" she emphasised, with a giggle. "I want that in writing," I responded. She thought that was a joke... But I fetched. .. stronger, healthier people and marriages, due to absolutely no bed death whatsoever. I mean, think about it, we have the fountains of youth between our legs here. We’ve seen the lusty looks, too. The intense, primal, animal desires on those faces, haven’t we? Think of how many healthy offspring we could have around town. This entire community could be one big, happy family.“I know that you’re worried that you can’t service a whole town, but I’m not. You absolutely could ... and should.