He let the guy in. We lived in an upstairs one-bedroom apartment at the time. They came upstairs and sat on the couch making small talk. I called out ...rom the bathroom and said I'd be just one more minute, and asked my husband to pour me a glass of wine.I came out of the bathroom wearing my husband's favorite little black spaghetti-strap dress because I knew it would drive him crazy (it always does). I thought the guy's (we'll call him Tom) jaw was going to hit the floor when he saw me! He. I looked at my watch and saw I only had another 25 minutes so I’d have to be quick. Then this cock poked through, I ran the back of my finger down it’s stem and it twitched, it was 6” long and a little thinner than myself.Turning to face it I ran my tongue up and down its shaft, licking over its helmet, eventually wrapping my clenched fist around its trunk I started to wank it off, as I tugged it whoever it was attached to was grunting and thrusting through the hole, as I speeded up the. Lost in the visuals and the sound, the earpiece in his ear leaking loud enough for her to hear, he didn't notice her entrance. She watched with him and watched him stroke his thick hardness poking out of the fly of his cotton pajamas.Though a little sore--his deflowering had brought him places inside her never before invaded and his strokes had been vigorous—the brevity of the consummation lessened the soreness. His fingers inside and at the top of her pussy and kisses on her mouth at least. They were bigger than Maria's, rounder, fuller."C'mon, gimme your clothes," Maria said. I didn't move. "I know you got a boner. It's natural. Your mom is hot. What is she, mid-thirties?" Uh, yeah. She got pregnant at nineteen." I'll tell you what. If you come back with a boner I'll take care of it."I gawked at Maria. "But you have your—"She slapped my chest with the back of her hand and pointed to her open mouth. "But I don't think I'll have to." What do you mean?" Just a hunch." She giggled..