My husband flashes the lights of our car and the stranger looks over draws on his cigarette and slowly walks towards my side of the car. He stands by ...y open window I cannot see his face only his crotch which is virtually in line with my face. My husband is now exploring my pussy with his fingers rubbing my clit gently; I feel the warm juices soaking into my dress. The stranger begins to unzip his jeans and unbuckle his belt. He does not pull his cock out but gently thrusts his crotch towards. ‘So wet…’ Damien murmured. He stood up and helped her lie on the bed, joining her after swiftly removing the rest of his own clothes leaving only his underwear on. Damien climbed on top of her, using his thighs to spread her legs. Leigh didn’t resist, she was in such a haze she would have granted him anything. He seized her hands and placed them above her head, his fingers entwining with hers and holding on tight as he rested his forehead on hers whispering ‘You’re beautiful…so perfect’. Leigh. "Of course I fucking haven't. I'd have to be fucking demented to do something like that. And you have to be fucking demented to even suggest it."However much Alex felt like a bit-player, he had to admit that the best sex in his life so far was definitely that which he had at least once a week with Gabby. It was always her who'd initiate it and she rarely gave Alex the chance to choose otherwise."Get ready," she'd say on the phone. "I'll be over in half an hour." Are you sure?" said Alex who. Groat had let the Lady Belinda use the mare that he’d bought off Pickstock, the horse was a sound buy, willing and sure-footed, she was quiet and tractable, and she had tremendous stamina. But she’d been bought not twenty yards from where they stood. “Tis nearly time, mistress. They trimmed the candlewicks about an hour since, I’ll give you a hand up. But first_” And so saying Groat took a white kerchief from his belt pouch. “What_?” Belinda asked, puzzled, as Groat tied the kerchief to first.