She turned to say something to Joe and found herself pressed against him. Her heart pounding she looked at him. Joe I... before she could speak Joe ha... pressed his lips against hers. For so long she had imagined his lips pressed against hers and now she never wanted it to stop. She pushed him onto the sofa and continued to kiss him. His hands began to wander slightly. Her hands trembled as she ripped at his shirt her fingers stroking his muscular chest. Her lips stayed against his as his hands. We arrived at the apartment building and i rang theDoorbell as our prearranged signal and then i unlockedThe door and ushered amit in to the living room. WeBoth stood there in the entrance to the room for a longMoment. There was my honey in the house coat a little see through, i guess just to spice up the love making with me later that night. She was sitting on the couch. I could tellThat she was nervous and wet down looking at amit.. Natasha was lowering herself to the bed and she lay backAnd. Panting and wondering I imagined her skin under her shirt one the clothes pins are removed but before she was secured I could see she is clearly excited, her poking pair straining on the material that will be released later for there own treatment. The wife admires her handiwork while I brush her inside thigh and she spreads her feet for better access my rubbing starts her moaning, legs together the wife commands and once loosened her pants fall to the floor and my hand explores her slippery. I’m still caressing my cock, assuring it’s hard and ready for Sandy’s show and tell. She shifts herself around, sitting cross-legged on the floor directly in front of my hard-on. “Okay…. should I follow the instructions?” she asks. I release my penis, letting it point in her face. “Go ahead…. you press the ring onto the head….” “..and roll it carefully down over it,” she interrupts. “I think I’ve got it – just let me know if I’m doing it wrong. My s****r grasps my cock, holding it firmly, then.