He didn't put it in, but instead began working circles around it while he slowly stroked my cock. Eventually he tired of that, and led me by the cock ...ut of his bedroom and back into living room area. There was a nice wooden chair sitting in the middle, and a small pile sitting on the couch. He guided me with his grip on my cock to sit down on the wooden chair. Within seconds of sitting, a mask was pulled over my eyes and that was the last thing I was to see for quite some time.Next, my wrists. . jealous of his success... his ability to make things happen. I convinced myself I was the smarter one and the harder worker and a damn better lawyer... and all of a sudden Michael has all the success handed to him!" Handed to him? You were married all that time and you saw how hard he worked and in fact had begun to resent his absences and you somehow think you're the harder worker? Helene, I'm going to use a non-professional term here... but that's crazy!"Helene looked up from staring at the. She let out a moan and I feel her hands on the back of my head as she starts to grind her pussy on my mouth as she lift one leg onto my shoulder and I reach between us and spread her pussy lips and shove my tongue deep into her wet and hot pussy. I lick her clit as I shove a finger into her pussy and finger her and I can hear her moaning in my ears which only makes me hotter and I want to bury my cock deep in her. About the same time that I think that she slides back on her chair and get up. I knew this was going to be good, and I knew I’d need the room. "So, did you have a good time?" I tried to sound casual, as if I hadn’t been lying there for three hours dreaming of her twirling and twisting on the dance floor with her girlfriends and an ever-changing array of college guys."Damn straight! I danced all fuckin’ night," she said with a certain tired pride in her voice, "and, I’m so nasty, freakin’ sweaty—I’m fuckin’ drippin’ wet." "Everywhere?" I said, with a tone she’d recognize..