I loved riding him, but I was having none of this: I wanted to look at him while he fucked me. I swiveled around so I was facing him, straddling his c...ck, and began humping up and down savoring the full feeling as his fat dick split me. I ran my hands across the hair on his chest, slick and matted by the downpour.I leaned back, sitting on my haunches and looked up at the thunderous sky. Many years later, I would feel this moment and my dick would actually stiffen up as I watched that scene in. He was told to pay careful attention so hecould understand how to make up his own face in future.When the mirror was held up to show him the final result, complete witheyeshadow and mascara, he had to agree with the operator that it was ashame he was not dressed in something more formal than jeans and T-shirt."What time is it, now?" asked Bob as they left the salon."Oh," exclaimed Professor Jamieson. "I had forgotten you don't have awatch. We'll fix that up right now."With her advice he chose a. She grabbed a paper towel and cleaned up her pussy from the flood of cum she had received.I quickly left my peep hole watching her cleaning her pussy, as much as I was enjoying it, so that I could go out into the hall and pretend for my wife that it was me in the booth next to her with my dick through the glory hole.I made it out to the hall quickly and stood in the hall in front of Ana's booth. Then the door on the booth next to hers opened wide, swinging over. I saw not one but two men walk. ”“Dessert, Mr. Grant?” Mary had made chocolate pudding, cooked. She’d finished clearing the table as he’d taken anchor.“No.”He’d only been in her bedroom once before; to rally Ted as his wedding grew imminent.He caught sight of her as she slid out the bathroom door, the light catching her in a direct flash. She was naked, white and gleaming, then just a shadow as Mary cut the light. She crossed quickly to the bedside and slid beneath the sheets and quilts.“Hurry, Mr. Grant.”“Mary.”“Yes.”She.