She is starring at my cock and says" your wife said you were always horny" . I am at a lose for words and say sorry . She looks and me and says that ...e should have got together because both are significant others don't want to have sex and we do.as she was talking she came up to me and started pulling my cock out. I pull her shirt back off and pull her tits out. She has big dark nipples just like my wife told me.they are shaped like tear drops . I grab her pony tail and pull her to the. .I was so close and trying desperately to hold back.Finally Phyllis nodded and I began moaning. Phyllis jerked a little faster and Sybil rubbed her toes a little more, and I shot into the air, much of it falling on Phyllis's palm.Sybil smirked as Phyllis went and washed her hands."Think, I'd make you lick it up...I'd make you shoot on my full ashtray and lick it up."Sybil was truly a martinet. But she was leaving town, and I would miss her.We had been married for eleven years, eight of them. There was the finger again, gently tracing it’s way back in front me me. Andrea stopped in front of me, just out of reach. My eyes moved from her wet pussy up to her beautiful, perky breasts and then to her face. She was smiling. Smiling like she was glad that I enjoyed what I had seen. “What now?” I croaked. “You wait until I am done. You still want that lap dance don’t you?” she replied. I simply nodded in reply.“Hands down, no touching me.” Andrea curtly ordered, “If you touch me, then I. Now, she needed something else. Joyce sat down on the edge of her bed. What?A daydream about Bex, her wonderful daughter, crept into her mind. Sam’s older sister was smart, passionate about her nerdy things, and so ... pretty? Joyce was more than a little jealous of her daughter’s tight body and silky skin. Bex got her blue eyes and blonde hair from her father.“Mom,” the imagined Bex stood in the room with her. Her daughter walked toward her. Wearing her usual tank top and skirt. “I want to.