While we fucked I was kneading her large flopping tits, and while fucking her upwards from beneath, I could feel I was scr****g the upper inside of he... pussy, it was awesome, and she started to feel tighter still. She surprised the hell out of me by grabbing my ass and pulling me into her, hissing “Faster!” into my ear. With the last few upward strokes her pussy was clenching tighter and tighter as I thrust on, but I did as I was told, and after a good ten or so thrusts, the noise changed from. She stopped wearing pants to work. Her pinstriped lawyer’s suit jackets topped matching skirts that got tighter and shorter with the change of each season. Everything about Oliva began to change from the way she wore her hair (down not up) and her scent (Chanel not Guerlain) to the lacy tops of the stockings that replaced her pantyhose.On the outside, Olivia, the tight-laced lawyer, resisted, but the sensual woman within was pushing to get out. Doug Chapel knew how to cut a woman’s laces. He. Time lost all meaning, all that mattered was the music, the woman I was writhing on, and that sweet feeling of release in my womb as I climaxed on them. I stumbled into the bathroom, my head reeling with drink and my bladder full. I found a stall open and burst in and found a very startled woman, her skirt hiked up and her panties around her ankles as she took a piss. She was tall, voluptuous woman with raven black hair streaked with red. Her breasts were large, straining against the tight. The man started grunting as I held the head of his cock between my lips. I swirled my tongue around his shaft as he began pumping his tangy and salty seed into my mouth. Jet after jet filled my mouth and I swallowed some of his load but kept most of it in my mouth. I had a devilish idea as the cock in front of me pulled back through the hole. I picked up my thong and walk out of the restroom with my thong openly in my hand and my mouth full of sperm and semen. Husband’s account: My wife.