I ran my hands over her knickers and felt her shape, that curious, firm, peachy split that turned into marshland. I slipped a finger inside her hot, s...eamy pussy and she responded by grabbing my balls through my jeans.“I want to lick you,” I said urgently.“Non,” she said, shaking her head. “Pas aujourd’hui. Pas ici.”It was a squalid situation, an ugly, unpleasant venue for what should have been a beautiful encounter. And the circumstances made it even worse: the deceit, the disloyalty, the. Calmly and smoothly, I find what’s in reach, and delicately, I touch and kiss it. But soon, and just as unpredictably as when we came to an abrupt stop, the light changes from red back to green. Then in an instant, you’re back and raring to go! Subsequently, you step on the throttle, putting the pedal to the metal, and anxiously you steer your cunt to get going. Therefore, suddenly it’s like we’re racing aimlessly, because you’re crashing into me and banging away on my dick again. Furthermore,. ..wham...I was on the floor. I'd trippedon the carpet runner to the security station. My left shoe flew offand skipped across the hard floor. I tried to extend my arms to stopmy fall but I was too weighed down and I crashed hard.I awoke a few seconds later, the guard was kneeling beside me, theloafer that had flown off was resting at my side. He was gentlyslapping my facing repeating, "wake up, wake up"."I'm up", I responded with very little authority. I sat up lookedtoward the apartment. "Move down towards her pussy," my sexy wife urged me.As she requested I slowly pushed the quilt away from Amy's body and lightly brushed my tongue downwards over her smooth belly until it settled in the recess of her belly button. Amy had that lovely aroma of a woman who had recently washed with a slightly scented soap. My tongue left a trail of wet saliva from her breasts down over her flat stomach to her belly button.Finally I pushed the last of the quilt covering Amy's body on to the floor.