I wasn't sure exactly how he felt about that, but he was beginning to tire of the observation. I noticed the women looking at Dalton, but it didn't bo...her me anymore. I was kind of proud to be the one on his arm, if you must know. He paid them no mind, and it was me he had his arm around, and he seemed to be quite devoted to our relationship.Our conversation was animated on the way through the streets of London to my place, and we laughed heartily recalling scenes from the movie we had viewed. Softly my fingers caressed my clit. My body tensed as a wave of pleasure flowed from my pussy thru my body. I sighed deep. “Are you having an orgasm?” Ingrid asked eagerly.“Not yet dear,” I sighed, “but I’ll show you one soon, because this has made me so horny. I really want to come now.” I wanted to show this innocent girl my orgasm, show her what a horny bitch I was. My fingers quickly went over my swollen clit, and in and out of my wet pussy. I started moaning loud, making Ingrid look at my. Whether he was purposely not looking at them, not wanting to see a rekindling of a primeval connection between them, or whether he was innocently turned away, ready to start his pitch on his architectural plans for the dude ranch would never be known. But he did break into Ada’s weak-voiced statement before she could say something that would embarrass both her and the two men in the room, both who had loved her—one with his heart and one with his cock. ‘Pete showed such promise at his work at. ". With that she went to the window, opened the blinds and took off her panties. Putting one foot on the desk chair and still facing the window she said, "You want me then come fuck me." My wife's language tends to get filthier as she gets more aroused and as I stood behind her and felt her warm body she moaned. I ran my hand up her stocking leg (and she put her foot on that chair because she knew how much I liked her in nylons) and didn't stop until I touched her bald soaked pussy. She was now.