Once my wife and I are in our room we get ready for bed. Meaning we sleep naked and not even thinking we have guest in the house. Well it was around 4...30 Am in the morning when my wife is feeling frisky and she started kissing on me. She started playing with my dick making it hard as she stroked on it while sucking on my nipples. I reached down to play with her pussy finding it super wet. I could feel her hard nipples brushing up against my body. She was foe damn sure horny and ready. She then. The room becamenoticeably hotter and sweat began to run from her forehead, between herbreasts and down her thighs.She undressed and opened a cupboard, taking a box from inside sheremoved the lid and peered inside and grinned, her old school uniformwas inside. She removed each item and rubbed each of them over herentire sweating body, the clothes greedily soaking up her powerfulpheromones and permeating the fabric with her body's unique scent.Finally she collected a small jar which she kept by. .. from Peru.Your normal Farmer’s Market doesn’t have a refrigerated van with hanging beef halves ... cut and wrapped as you like it. Or a local butcher who grinds your burger while you watch. Twice a season the butcher features locally raised buffalo cut Native style. No bones. Your normal Farmer’s Market doesn’t have buffalo ... or goat ... or emu ... and today was the day.Your normal Farmer’s Market doesn’t have fresh smoked whitefish, salmon or lake trout, live clams or giant crayfish .... I push back against him, wiggling my butt against his hard-on, turning to grin at him wickedly."What's that in your pocket, Paul?" I ask, playfully."It's a specialty tool, made for working in the cracks and crevices of the chassis," he responds, pushing his cock against my ass again, just in case I missed the point.His arms encircle my waist, his hands find my breasts, kneading them, playing with my nipples, pinching, twisting, enjoying the way I'm starting to squirm against him."Paul, don't!.