I lift up helping you ease them off, as soon as you get them off you waste no time at all and start to suck on my clit while you push 3 fingers inside...of my tight pussy. I close my eyes moaning my hands on your head, slightly pushing making you thrust your fingers inside me harder and faster. My back starts to arch and my legs start to spasm open. I cum all over your fingers and you look up and smile at me licking your fingers. I look down at you and you whisper "my turn" as you say that you. As we finish our meals, the waiter comes back to pick up our plates. He asks if we would like dessert. In unison, we both shake our heads no. I know that we are both anxious to get out of here and back to your house. On the drive back, I can feel your mood shift. You start getting giddy and I can see you fidgeting in the seat. I lean over and rest my hand on your thigh. “You alright?” I ask and I move my hand higher up your lap. You can only groan in response and I rub right over the front of. You can put your hands my butt any time you want.”I looked down as she smiled and put a hand on my ass. I started to think she was enjoying this.Now get a clear picture of her standing close enough to reach my butt her face was no more than 18 inches from the leg opening of my shorts. I felt that my cock was actually hanging to the edge of the opening. I kept pretending that the battery compartment wouldn’t open and wiggled my ass back and forth knowing that my cock was swinging in front of my. The third open-hand slap came quickly, and my wife never saw it coming. My wife yelped just a bit and a red area was now clearly visible on the side of her very round breasts.“TIT” Dave announced proudly, “The correct answer is TIT. Mothers have breasts… sluts have Tits.”“Yes Sir” my wife responded.“Good girl” praised Dave, “Let’s continue.”He then released her nipple and fingered between her legs.“And this?” He asked. “This wet, syrupy area down here?”“My… pussy?” my wife hesitantly replied..