After having shown you off enough, we head to home. Once in the door I would quickly push you against the wall with your front to the wall. My hands f...eling your legs and stockings and working their way up to your tight ass while I kiss your neck. I'd unzip the dress and let it fall off you. I push myself against your back, you can feel through your panties and my pants, I'm very hard. You reach back, rubbing my cock through my clothes before unzipping me and letting my pants drop. You grab my. She ran her finger up and down the shaft a few times, and cupped my swollen balls in her slender hand, as if her hand was a scale, and she was weighing them."I guess you store your ammo in these," she mused as she squeezed them gently, smiling at her own joke. Finally, she wrapped her delicate hand around my girth and instinctively began to move her hand up and down."It's really hard, like it's made out of steel!" she observed. Looking closer, she inspected the small opening at the top of my. Karen had been sort of keeping in touch with Simon, and he was very eager to see me. Life usually doesn't come together this easily, but there we were: at Karen's apartment (by the way she playfully dislikes my husband, and I think also wanted desperately to see Simon's marvelous chocolate cock) and she put down extra sheets on the bed in the spare bedroom. My husband had been waiting at the apartment while Simon and I were arriving by cab. I hadn't seen him for about four years, but he looked. .. I'm not gonna tell you that I didn't enjoy Tuesday – I did. I'm just here to tell you that it was a one-time thing. It's never going to happen again." Is that so?" Andrea replied, lifting one eyebrow sardonically while simultaneously stifling a yawn."Yes. That's so," Cassie replied evenly. "So I'm going to ask you, politely, to stay away from Jack and to stay away from our apartment."Andrea laughed. "Or what?"She laughed. She actually had the nerve to laugh. That fucking bitch. Cassie could.