I recall an author, Joseph Heller I believe, who once used the expression?the look of simpering idiocy of a woman in heat?. He should have met you. Yo... sit on the bed and lift one long leg. You have the best legs I haveever seen. You point your toes and start the long process of pulling on thelatex stockings, smoothing and tugging at the thin black rubber all the whilecursing quietly under your breath. You don?t really enjoy this very much and Itry hard not to laugh aloud at your efforts. You. ” “I’m kinda busy,” I answered as I looked down at my frustrated cock. A thin stream of pre-cum seeped out of me, as it pooled on the floor. “Can it wait until tomorrow?” “I don’t think you wanna wait until tomorrow,” she replied in a tone that awoke something fierce inside me. “It’ll be worth your while, I promise.” I gripped the counter with my free hand, bit my lower lip and felt my arousal turn to frustration. The thought of rubbing one out in the shower seemed so junior high, but I didn't. Memories of the first time Tony’s thick cock had entered my body flooded back; of the first time since my daughter Izzy’s birth that I had felt tight around a man’s penis again; of the shock of feeling an unfamiliar phallus being thrust into my inexperienced vagina and of the incredible feelings my first extra-marital fornication had produced.Even my anger and disappointment with Tony couldn’t spoil the images that filled my mind as fully as my fingers were filling my Little Pink Pussy. I. I don’t know when we got rid of our clothes.She climbed on top of me, and her hot pussy was pressing against my throbbing tool. She pushed her right breast into my mouth and placed my hand on her left boob. Her hands pushed my head against her boob. Her eyes were closed, and she had the expression of someone in deep pleasure and satisfaction.She was moaning softly and wanted me to suck her breasts and I obliged by teasing her hard nipples with my tongue and gently pressing her boob squeezing.