Of course, such thoughts were ridiculous, as anyone could see Mr. Smith was crazy about his wife, spoiling her with gifts of expensive jewelry and des...gner shoes and purses. She imagined they were like most couples who had been together more than thirty years and had sex on special occasions and were content with that.Once a month she would go into Mr. Smith's workshop to tidy up and sweep and mop the floor. He always had his tools neatly arranged or hanging in their proper place and she. I sat there and she gently kissed and licked the head of my cock. As Erica did this I began to rub her pussy from behind as she bent forward to inhale my swollen cock.Erica began to suck my dick, slowly working her mouth down my shaft as I rubbed her tight little snatch. Before long, Erica was sucking my cock with the same rythym I rubbed her pussy. "Mmmmm, this tastes so good." Erica muttered as she sucked my cock.I picked up the pace of fucking her pussy with my finger and she in turn sucked. Pulling my the brief from the bottom had resulted in my dick becoming even more prominent to the spectators. I was getting hard pretty quickly and the already compromised space inside my brief was hastily reducing. She repeated the same for the other leg and finally, I thought this is over so I can regain some modesty.Didi touches my belly button and gently massages a small streak of hair running from my navel to the insides of my underwear. She folds the elastic strap twice to give her a. A very fast autopilot. Whatever the reason, it couldn't have been 5 minutes before I was already in my brand new 2006 yellow-with-black-racing-stripes Camaro, squealing out of the complex.It was only a five minute drive to The Hunt. Lots of parking spaces were abandoned… It seemed almost dead from the outside. I parked in the first spot beside the building, wiggled the gearshift, applied the parking brake, and killed the Camaro. I felt an odd need to gussy up in the rear view mirror before.