" He did so, with the hand on my jeans pressing my pubic area more insistently.Illuminated only by the flickering of the TV set, I felt rather than sa... him open my jeans and rub his hand on the outside of my panties. In the background, we could barely make out the HBO theme music as the show ended. My mom must have been watching the same show, for suddenly we heard from upstairs "OK, children, it's late. Up to bed, maryjane; home for you, Billy." In a minute, mom."Billy sat back on his haunches. I don’t think I really noticed anything else the rest of the day until I was at the baseball game that night. It was the last game of the year and I hit two home runs, including the game winner. The next day he met me at lunch and seemed much more relaxed. He told me that his parents were strangely not bothered by him going to the prom. When he told them that I was picking him up they only asked that he bring me inside to meet with them beforehand. He also asked me not to bring up the fact that. " My wife Bess gave me a nasty look, but then she turned and went upstairs to get ready for the evening.My marriage to Bess was pretty much a sham, but it hadn't always been that way. For almost ten years it had been what I would have called a model marriage and indeed people had pointed at us and said, "That's what a marriage should be like." Not anymore! Six months ago the wheels had come off and the marriage had cratered. That Bess and I are still together is because Bess won't give up on. Stroking his cock through his shorts, she could feel his hardness and wanted to feel his hot flesh in her hand, her mouth, her pussy. Tugging down the waistband she had in her grasp, and she relished the long thick length of him as she slowly began to move her hand up and down, rolling her thumb over the tip on every up stroke. Groaning into her mouth as she continued to pleasure him, he pushed between her legs, spreading them wider. His fingers were now at her wet pussy, between the slippery.