I felt her fingertip touch my rigid cock and then with a single finger and thumb, she lightly ran them first clockwise then counter-clockwise just und...r the lip of the helmeted head. It was a firm, practiced maneuver that sent waves of pleasure flowing up my spine to crash upon the jagged edges of my mind. My hips rolled forward begging for more; wanting more and she smiled up at me a lazy smile that was satisfied being in control. I could only take so much of this. I needed more; much more!. Darting to his patio I peered around the wooden partition into his living room. I could see Jerome standing by his front door but not my wife. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that fit so tight you could see almost everything he has. In less than a minute Marisa walked over coming from the bedroom with her cell phone in hand. She had mentioned she left in some where by mistake last time we spoke; must have forgotten it there during her recent visit. Jerome said something of. . my god, she thinks she's turning me on!Suddenly, the reality of what was happening here sent a wave of fear through me. What would other people think of me! They would never believe me, that this happened against my will. And the girl's parents...the people at my office, my god I would lose my job!And Heather's mother... she would never understand if she found out that I allowed something like this to happen to her daughter. Now I was really frightened...my life would be over, in. We hit it off and spent a lot of time flirting. I was flattered that a young stud would find an older woman like me someone to flirt with. Craig was unattached and very handsome. I joked by asking him, "Craig, why aren't you talking with the bridesmaids? I'd have to think you might score with one of them before the weekend is over. A couple of them look pretty hot."Craig responded, "None of them are as hot as you. I find it intriguing that I'm talking to a sexy married woman. I know your.