She caught his stare again. With an effort he pulled his eyes away and he knew. He’d take her home – go to the police in the morning – when he...��d slept this lot off.He turned the lights on. You’ll probably want a bath – you’re cold and wet. In the bathroom, steam curled invitingly from the piping hot water. She appeared at the door. There you go – clean towels and use my bathrobe. Something to eat – drink? As he filled the kettle and put some bread in the toaster he thought about the. The night was young and she knew she could win it back. The very next hand, she was again one of the last two left in a big hand but as unlikely as it might have been, once again – my wife came out on the losing end of it. What made it worse is that this time she lost to a guy she didn’t particularly care for named Dean. He’d had the hots for my wife for years and made it pretty clear to not only her but to everyone else around on a regular basis – even back in HS. My wife never cared for the. Thrust! His cock invaded me without warning, my walls stretching around his girthsome cock. It felt so good. Too good. I sucked on my lips, letting out squeaky moans. I did my best not to get loud. Deeper. He pushed deeper, and deeper still, our friction igniting an inner flame. Fuck! I thought. He feels so fucking good! His large powerful hands cupped my plump ass cheeks as he pushed up into me. I was still leaning against him, arms wrapped around his neck. My tits smothered him,. "Have u fucked her yet?" he texted me. "Probably not 2nite, she's falling asleep on the couch." I replied. The next text I got was a pic of his erect cock. I could tell he was lying on his bed. "I'm not tired," he messaged back. I decided to play this a little more. "Maybe I'm tired too," I sent back. About five minutes later, I got a pic back that sent my heart racing. It was a pic of him in the full-length mirror in his closet. He was completely naked and bent over at the waist a little, with.