We get to her office and she unlocks the door. Her office is small. She has a small desk with a computer facing the door. She sets her glass down on t...e desk as she walks around it and finally sits on the chair. Her head disappears behind it as the sound of a desk drawer open then shuts. She reappears with a envelope in hand, and extends her arm to hand it to me. I walk closer to grab it, and as I reach out to take it, she pulls the envelope back towards her with a playful smile. That's when it. It was then that I started thinking that maybe my husband was kinkier than I realized. Maybe my husband was bisexual. Just the thought of it made my pussy quiver. I started thinking I would really like to see Michael with another man. My thoughts were confirmed later that night. After we had both gone to bed that night, I awoke to find Michael not in bed. I heard noises downstairs. When I came quietly down the stairs into our basement, their was my husband lying across our leather couch,. Ahhhh!" She ground her climaxing body over the mattress, crushing her tits beneath her. Legs flopping, clit mashed against her fingers, she jerked up, crashed down, her screams lost in the pillow.Gasping and drooling, Crissy humped her fingers, her ass jerking and twisting wildly. Hot orgasms washed over her trembling body and she rocked frantically, the bed squeaking beneath her."Ahhhh!" Her young body stiffened, quivered, then relaxed as she seemed to melt into the bed. Panting, she lay. "You're not leaving this bed until I am completely satisfied," she said."What if I have to piss?" Piss in bed. I won't be here to clean it up."Looking down, he saw she was naked. "I love your body," he said."Compared to Natty and Karen and Sadey?" Just like you, it's a mystery, the softness and the strength, hardness and tenderness, cute and ferocious, subtle and curvaceous, narrow and deep, pale and full of life, and your breasts drive me crazy." Caressing her, illustrating her contradictions,.