“But take them off her for now.” “I must find you a case for them,” said the old lady. “Something so beautiful needs to be looked after wel.... Do you want to go on wearing them?” “Yes!” said Natsuko. “No,” I said. “I promise you can wear them this evening. But till then I want you just to think about them and build up an appetite.” The old lady, obeying a man rather than a girl as was natural, gently unscrewed the clamps and stowed them away in a little velvet-covered case. I handed over a credit. I NEEDED her and I couldn’t risk anything getting in the path of me and the sexiest girl alive. The highways were pretty dead because it was so early in the morning, it was relaxing. I could focus on thoughts of her legs spread; my face only inches away, ready to dive in… FOCUS! You’ll get in an accident! My conscience was right, I had to be careful. God I could feel my dripping pussy on my inner thighs. I was soaked! I reached the exit that had become so familiar to me this past year and. As usual, I reached over to hold my wife's tits, and pull her close to me,In the dark, I could sense something about the smell of her hair that was different, but went on caressing her tits anyway. Then I realized it wasn't my wife. Two things happened almost at once. The girl reached behind her sleepily, for my cock, and started playing with me. Then someone came into the bedroom, and in the faint light from the hall, I could see that it was my wife. Uh Oh!I sat up, and said "What the. The other hand would have two, sometimes three fingers probing her wetness, seeking that elusive g-spot. Success, her willpower was crumbling. She humped her pussy into my mouth and hands. Forcing more of the sensitive nub into my mouth. One last hard pull, and suck, and over the top she would spill. Another moan, this time deeper, throaty, would collapse the last of her resolve. Her hands shot up, grabbed the sides of my head and held me firmly as wave after wave crashed over her. Hips.