But that was not the issue on the table.She loved him, and he loved her – apparently, he loved her much more. Their love would be a fine basis for a...marriage, if a rather strange basis for a rather strange marriage. The problem was that Andy wasn’t looking for a marriage. She, to be honest with herself, was. As long as he loved her, as long as he was willing to conform to her desires to keep her in his life, that would be a delightful marriage. And that wasn’t merely because she could get her. I closed my eyes, arched my back, and pointed my toes as my hips released their energy. I peeked back at the window as I was trying to catch my breath. He was still there. I rolled over onto my tummy and my hand found it's way back between my legs. My hips slowly pumped up and down dragging my fingers across my clit. This is my absolute favorite way to masturbate. I closed my eyes and imagined my voyeur pumping me with his cock from behind. I spread my legs slightly so he could get a better. We left in my car and you said your place was only ten minutes away. “That might be enough time,” I said. “Time for what?” “You’ll see,” I said smiling as my hand brushed the hem of her skirt as it landed on her thigh. Following your directions, we drove through town, my hand brushing against the lacy fabric of your panties. You slid down the seat until I could actually see them, and what my fingers were doing to them. You moaned as you put your hand over mine, pressing my fingers into the. We were quite happy to be alone in privacy. Wewent to this nice bar to have a few drinks. I onlydrank beers and my wife gobbled one after anotherglass of wine and even a few gin and tonics. We didn’teven bother about dinner. But after four hours ofdrinking and chatting, we were feeling no pain.Especially her. In fact she couldn’t even walkproperly and I had to support her on my shoulder.Anyway, we decided to go for a stroll to clear ourheads before reaching our home. So we got off the taxiand.