It was not one of the usual brands my wife and I buy, I thought but maybe it had come with something we had bought; us both being electronic junkies.A...week passed and one Saturday while my wife, Amy, was out at some art show she had set up I decided to go through the folder. First off the sub-folders were from a brand of phone we did not even own. Maybe she had borrowed the card from a friend? There was a folder with movies. I decide to violate my wife's privacy just a bit in the name of. Pushing myself off his chest, I put my entire weight on his cock, sitting upright on the bed now, smashing my pussy against his hard-on for as long as I could. “Lilllllyyyyy!!! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Uuuugghh!”“Yes cum for me! I want you to fill up my tight little pussy!” I edged on. Once I felt the first shot of his jizz, I held my pussy tightly against his cock, ensuring that there would be a nice little creampie when he finally finished. “My my, don’t you recover fast!” I teased,. I just couldn't remember the order for, say, Cook, Vancouver and Tasman. I was still thinking when Weena arrived."Hey! How'd it all go?" Pretty well, I think. Let's have a glass of something before dinner and talk." Sure. I've got dirt for you, too. Let me get into real clothes."Weena ran upstairs and I went to fetch two glasses and a bottle. I wondered briefly whether I was becoming a lush — wine at lunch and before dinner — but decided not yet. There was a bottle of something I'd never heard. * * *Some time passed before Candice calmed down, not that I think she feltany better. She said. "I need to be alone right now." You sure?" I asked."Yes," she snapped back at me. "I don't want your pity. Get out ofhere!"Sheesh, I left.I could cut the tension in the living room with a knife. The argumentseemed over, but unresolved. I noticed unopened pizza boxes on thecoffee table."Good," Mark said looking up at me. "I think Greg should drive ushome." I don't think it's such a good idea to.