Hubby won't notice as long as we are careful... Imagine us sitting around your table, chatting casually with your husband. Sharing knowing glances, wh...le we enjoy a perfect dinner of salmon filet in a white wine sauce and Fettuccine. We are enjoying a glass of white wine, Riesling maybe, which helps to loosen your hubby's tension. After dinner we move to your home office. Your hubby is doing the dishes for us as we have more important work to do. We leave the door a tiny crack open so that we. Before I was able to finish him off, he pulled back."My turn." Dean's voice was guttural. He pushed me back up from my knees and scooted down towards my hips. He knelt between my thighs and leaned forward so he could cup my sweet spot. The heat of it scorched, and the proof of my arousal wetted. Kneeling between my legs, he maneuvered himself so that one of my legs hung over his shoulder, and then he brought his face level with my sex. Dean nuzzled the moist flesh, and I began to tremble. My. He was out of town on business, just like he was a couple of days every week. He had grown tired of his wife, and their constant little spats upset him greatly. But now, he was with a beautiful woman, and she was going to take him back to his hotel room. They'd have hot sex, and Susan would never know the difference.He liked this girl Tish. She was tall and athletic looking, with long pretty hair, and really big breasts, which he couldn't take his eyes off. She put her hand on his crotch, and. The way she swirls her tongue. Man, she is good. I have only met one other woman who is better than this. As her head continues to bob back and forth, Amber's masturbation strides increase. The sounds of her fingers attacking her wet pussy echoes in the restroom."Mmhhmm, mmhhhhmm, mmmm". Her muffled moans are like music to my ears. I am starting to believe this girl has no gag reflex. She seems to take in most of me like it is another day at the park. As I look down at her, I see a mixture of.