The hand kept gently moving up and down my cock with a finger occasionally going to the head and finding the little slit. It was our custom not to rub...and pull my wife's clit until after intermission and I certainly didn't want to cum during the first act. As intermission neared, I withdrew my now wet fingers from my wife's sopping pussy and she buttoned her skirt. The hand withdrew from my pants and I zipped my fly myself. When the lights came on the distinguished man and his companion. Who was getting married that day, and how did you end up talking with him?It was some mutual friend of theirs but I honestly don't remember anything else; I couldn't even pick the married couple out of a line up. My mom had told me how sweet he was towards me when I was little, and just his mom visited us when I was about 9. He's an only c***d and she told me how much fun he had with me during the time he visited. His mom mentioned how nice it was for him to have a little sister for the. “Put him back,” Mary said with a grin. “Geoff’s not large enough for you, Sarah.”“I don’t think I will,” Sarah retorted. “He might be small. I know he likes my boobies but he’s a good one.”“You’re right. He is.” Mary replied.A week ago I had sorted out a problem with Mary’s car. It hadn’t been difficult, just long-winded. She repaid me with a meal and briefly hugged my head against her breasts . Nothing else happened. Mary had only needed my car maintenance skills because her boyfriend Alan had. "Kol!! Oh god! OOH!!" AHHH!!! Fuck, you little bitch, you're draining me dry," he groaned. With a series of powerful spurts, his cock filled her with a second load of jism. Although it wasn't nearly as forceful as his first orgasm, the fresh burst of heat in her loins had her shuddering with pleasure. Finally, sighing on top of her, he stilled, relishing the squeeze of her cunt around his manhood for one more minute. At last, he did pull out of her. Swollen lips framed her glistening sex. Kol.