They were like two wet obsidian orbs behind his eyelids. They didn’t look human. His hands roamed over my body, unbuttoning my dress shirt, opening ...y belt and fly. Here out in public, where several office building towered over the parking garage, I undressed like the most giddy school girl. His hands ran over my abs and the defined muscles of my arms and legs. I was proud of the time I spent in the guy. “You’re beautiful, I’m so glad we ran into each other.” I blushed at the compliment and I. I told my wife, "Ihope you aren't going to get jealous, Angel." She gave me her widecharming smile and said, "I know there won't be any problems."Why wasn't she worried about me gawking at all those lovely senoritas? Imean, I had flirted shamelessly with some of her Latina girlfriends athome and come close to cheating more than once. The only reason I hadn'tstepped over the line was that Angel always took care of my voraciousappetites, even though I wanted it more than she did. Actually,. I used to softly brush my hard dick on her ass. As time passed I used to even press and hold it there while asking her about cooking. Don’t know if she noticed it or not but she never moved away. This gave me courage but I was scared too. It took weeks and months of patience to make her feel comfortable to this. At times I even kept my dick pressed against her ass I even gave on thrust or pushed up. I always had my heart beat faster with fear if she will scold me and even tell my parents. But. ”She was futilely trying to brush the offending prank from her back. I sniggered and then reached over to assist her.“Oh, don’t bother,” she snapped, swatting my hand away.I shrugged. “Just trying to help.”Lara gave me a frown. “Next time, you can help by not putting sand on me!”“Whatever.”“Why aren’t you fishing?” Julie asked me.I shrugged. “Didn’t feel like it. Too hot, I guess.”“You should take a swim then.”“Maybe.”“Well, I have to get in the water now,” Lara huffed. “Come on, let’s swim a.