I better find my wife,so we can have a quicky.as i'm coming out of the bathroom,i pass a huge mirror,and the light came on and i could see Marcus and ... woman.DAMM how drunk am i.she came from behind Marcus and it was MY WIFE MALINDA.he started unbuttoning her dress.i could believe my eyes this was right in front of me,just like i was not there.he turned her around and pressed her up againt the mirror,in his room,i could see my wife,thru this glass,but she could not see me.DAMM,this is a TWO WAY. Later, sitting so close was such that her hands, thighs used to be contacted to my body frequently. I never felt anything wrong in my mind but always used to feel pleasure when she used to caress my hair lovingly.Many times, my elbow would touch her boobs when she used to teach me in my studies and then I felt the softness of the boobs. She never reacted to those elbow touches and was very casual.Many times I used to feel her boobs on my back and shoulders when she used to lean on me while. The invader in her throat pushed forward until she could feel it halfway down to her stomach. The orgasm didn't end. It stayed at its peak, locked there and not dying, not finishing, not giving her the satisfaction she needed. She sobbed with every hint of breath she could afford to give, moaning and squealing around the tendril while she continued to drip her drool all over herself.A new bulge pressed against her lips from the tendril. Sophie struggled to open her mouth wider to let it in. We began arguing about who was the biggest chicken when it came tosex. I stubbornly protested that my boyfriend was far more conservative than Iwas which lead into the dare.??????????? Myboyfriend dared me to a little adventure which in my drunken stupor I accepted.The deal was I would do his dare then he would have to do mine. That is how Igot to this point. It was Friday afternoon and Jason, my boyfriend, was drivingus through town towards the industrial section of town.??????????? I was.