Her beautiful lips surround it, sucking and moistening it. Her finger slowly moving in and out. At this point, I realize that I am very turned on by w...tching this. My hard, throbbing member being confined to my jeans. But it is obvious by the bulge in my pants. I am wishing that it wasn't her finger that Leigh was sucking on. My own hand is rubbing myself through my jeans. I hope she doesn't see me. I don't want her to run away and hide due to embarrassment. So I will just hide and watch. This. Dave came inside to make himself another drink, and he and I stood in the kitchen to watch. The guy's hands were down inside my wife's pants, and her hand was down inside his. As they kissed deeply we heard my wife moan and mumble, "I want you to fuck me." My wife's shirt came off over her head, and he sucked her tits before returning to kissing him. My wife got his pants down, and then her pants and panties came off along with her sandals. My wife's pussy was so aroused and puffy, she. Oh, I guess it's nice enough as cities go, but it was dead on my route, and dealing with the evening rush hour was NOT on my list of favorite activities. Waiting till it was over might have made the time in Chicago shorter, and a whole lot less frustrating, but it would have delayed my arrival home and that I could not do.As traffic crawled, I drank my fifth Dr. Pepper in eighty miles, and prayed that traffic would open up before my overworked bladder burst. Well, I'd stop once I got past Gary,. ” I looked at her, realising immediately she hadn’t even counted this last one, and I had to ask for them to be hard. How embarrassing but what choice did I have? “Please give me twelve more hard strokes with the cane Zoe,” I said, scrunching my face up as I knew just how painful they would be. “And you Hannah, do you want twelve as well, or eighteen?” Hannah licked her lips and said quietly “please give me twelve Zoe, also hard ones.