I got off and stood ready to leave. He grabbed me pulled me close kissed me and said "Please can we finish". I would've said "Go fuck your little wife... but the taste of my favorite kind of chapstick glued my lips shut. I wimpered out a "yes sir". He pushed against I could tell he was in control this time. I felt it I mean every inch and vein. His pumps were coordinating with my heart beats every pump bring me closer to climax he was like a salsa dancer ever move had a purpose and every purpose. And she is unsullied?" asks Ilias."Yes she is unsullied but I gave her a taste of my cock," he laughs.They walk around her admiring her elegant made-up face framed by the black bob. One reaches out and slides a finger along the back seam of her stockings; his fingers disappear under her skirt and fondle the lace trim of her half-slip than massages her stocking-tops. His fingers stop when they reach the smooth skin at the top her thighs.The man's cock has begun to harden and Michele shivers."She. That time my wife caught a glimpse of what was going on and placed her hand on my hard cock. My wife never moved her hand until I had parked and was about to get out at the shopping mall.Once again Stacey treated me to a glorious sight of her bare pussy with its light downy hairs trying to cover it. She spread that one leg way out to step on the ground. I knew that I was going to explode in my pants before long.We went straight for Victoria’s Secret and I hung back to watch Stacey’s ass shake. He told me exactly what he wanted, and when he did I would cream my panties just listening to him talk about it. From our conversations he understood the pleasure/pain I craved, needed and was missing in my life.When we met, I had two requests. I wanted him to keep his dog tags on at all times, and two; he had to wear jeans. His requests were simple, get to the room, get in the bath tub, shave, wear the bra and panties we picked out (via phone and pictures) and be ready.I got to the room first.