The flowery dress did have a big spot on it, which she showed me with a smile. Vicky and Mary were working on paperwork in the office. We rushed in, ...ull of news, and they told us to go clean up and they would bring drinks in a little while. Molly had her arms around me in the shower and said, ‘They could tell.’ ‘Of course they could, you look like a woman on her honeymoon. All that because I told you a story about young love?’ Her tongue played with mine as the water beat down. We hurried to. But I felt more and more attracted to the idea of trying it for real. I knew all about the dangers of meeting with strangers but it didn’t bother me much.I told a lot of guys online about my idea, some liked it and some not. Paying money for a girl is not everyones idea of fun and I accept that, but there is a deeper meaning to it than just money+sex and for those who can’t see that it can be hard to understand.And I’m probably not the best person to explain it but it has something to do with a. We decided to order pizza from the place across the street.I called and asked for two large pizzas with everything delivered. “Ask for Joaquin,” Mary said in my ear. I wondered later how Mary knew about Joaquin. “Can you have Joaquin deliver them? Great fifteen minutes?”Mary and I had a whispered conversation about the pizza. We could see the pizza place out the front window.As soon as we saw Joaquin start across the street, we took our positions.Mary lay down on her back on the floor with her. Gently his balls pressed upon her bottom. She pressed herself upwards not only accepting, but impaling herself upon his manhood. She groaned lifting her legs upward her knees wide apart allowing full and deep penetration into her body. My heart exploded, beating wildly, passionately, like it had to catch up somehow. I stared wide eyed as his cock withdrew glistening to his balls. I could almost feel the penetration of his cock into my wife’s sex. His gentle rocking of her body.