It also gives me a kick to think people might be out there getting wet or stiff on the strength of my wifes stories.As I said before her diary gives b...ief notes which I then get the details of when I ask questions of her while having a wank.This next one goes back to 1990 when she wrote in her diary, "Tunde came round again. He had a video with him! made him leave film with me, might have to make something up". That was all the entry said. I know from previous entries that Tunde was a Nigerian. He responded without even knowing what he was saying “Please...please...more.”She took her time, teasing him by sliding down his pants, and then straddling him...he could feel she was wearing no panties, he could feel her wet slit perched to slide down on him...but she hesitated. The entire thing probably only took 30 seconds, but it felt like a long torment. “Please do it now,” he said urgently. She moaned softly and lowered herself down on him, then started slowly bouncing up and down. In the. The image of your face, watching me as your lips trail hot moist kisses across my stomach, uncontrollable trembling at the thoughts racing through my mind of you, my hands continue a fiery trail downwards. My head gently tossing against my pillow as my hands caress my thighs, my eyes closed in passion, seeing yours instead. My legs fall open, hearing your sigh as you view the moist center of my womanhood, my mind reliving the jagged whisper of your voice, seeing you in my mind as your head. She then took one of my hands and guided it down her tummy all the way to her inner thighs, leaving my hand on the outside of her bottoms, but pressing my finger tip against her swollen clit. I ran my fingertip in circles on top of her clit, I could see her eyes had closed and she had begun grinding into my cock. I pressed my palm against her pubic mound and ran my fingertip up and down her slit, even with the water surrounding her pussy, I could still feel her own personal wetness building up.