Held there until her husband stuck two of his fingers into her pussy, collected some moistness, and pronounced that, yes indeed, he did still taste he... lover's cum from the previous day's playdate . She remembered, and her thoughts came randomly: how he had at first, kissed her and bit her lips gently, while caressing her back, and feeling tingles run up and down her spine; and then how he wrapped his long arms around her and pulled her into him, so she could feel his heartbeat and mAke her. Shows that it's done by hand, but it works." He looked at me. "How's fuel holding up?" Haven't even used a quarter of the tank." You gonna need some any time soon?" I hope not. It's propane. Not like you can haul it in here in a bucket." No," he said, grinning, "but we use propane at the emergency operations center, and they're gonna have to get us a truck by the end of the week. I can make sure they stop by here." Man, that'd be great. I might even vote for you next election." You might not. “This is an interesting change.”, he thought as he gunned the engine again taking the bike onto the freeway at nearly 90 mph causing her to squeal and moan loud enough to hear her over the engine and the rushing wind. The faster he drove, the more she squealed and moaned and the more she squealed and moaned, the more she played with his nipples until they were hard and she was pinching and twisting them frantically. “If this keeps up much longer, I’m going to have to pull over and pound her. Hmm. Did one of the rules say that you always had to be wet?" No, dear. It's not a rule. It just happens. Can you lean me against the wall and fuck me?" No, it's too messy, and some of the people here just wouldn't understand your needs. I'll let you blow me later. By the way, I want you to circulate, and let me know if you see anyone who knows you're my fucktoy. I hate seeing you bored." Here, honey, have another glass of wine." Thank you, dear. Why are you getting me drunk?" Well, I just saw.