.. or something."Wait for me" she panted. "Don't start without me." She went over to my bed and got up on it. She leaned back against the headboard an... then leaned forward and grabbed my pillow to put behind her. I was standing there, my hand wrapped firmly around my prick, squeezing it hard, because that suddenly felt really good.Claire looked at me and there was a sort of pleading in her eyes, now. She didn't have to tell me how vulnerable she felt, because it took her a few seconds to get up. I allow three minutes to pass. ‘I beg you to let me in!’ She’s getting distressed – how sweet. I allow another sixty seconds to pass then slowly open my door. ‘About time, you bitch, what kept you?’ I may be a cunt, some say, but I do possess a sense of humour. I get the impression she is rather pleased to see me. ‘Get to my room – I’m going to fuck you… it’s all you are good for!’ She pads off meekly along my hall. I strip, throwing my clothes upon the sofa in my lounge and stroll to my. I took a few little drops on my finger and gave it to her to lick and taste the cum and the scent of her own sweet ass. I could tell she loved it, because she went immediately into a little aftershock orgasm as soon as my finger went into her mouth.A knock on the office door brought us both back to reality from our place in semi-conscious relaxation.It was only the mailman with the morning post. I told him to leave it outside, I would be right there. Neither of us could go out for we were both. She’d needed him for so long! Their love life had been dormant for months, and she was getting more and more desperate. She wished Ray wanted her as much as he had when they first were married. She was surprised how quickly Ray was getting her turned on, but she shouldn’t have been. She’d been without loving for so long, nothing could have kept her husband’s caresses from exciting her. Betsey felt Ray’s swollen penis pressing against her bottom and knew her husband was turned on, too. Maybe.