“What are you going to do about your naughty wife?”I wasn’t crazy about how Maria spoke about me as if I weren’t in the room. I never expected...Brad to invite someone else over without us discussing it first. But I didn’t dare say a word. If he hadn’t walked in when he did, I probably would have been sucking Steve-O’s impressive cock. Getting a taste of my own medicine hurt, but I couldn't argue that I’d earned a punishment.Brad looked directly at me and said, “I’m going to show her how it. I began to treat that foot like cake; all the while she was rubbing her wet right toes all over my face! I was wearing jeans and my dick was SO hard that it began to hurt! Like a mind reader she says, “That cock of yours must be hurting to get outta your pants. Why don’t you let it out?” With her toes still in my mouth I quickly unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down, revealing my boxers and my dick bouncing around in them. Her eyes bugged out and, almost simultaneously, she pulled her. Pleasure made my stomach flutter and sent hard tingles shooting into my nipples and brought an abrupt, twitching tautness to my pussy. My mouth watered at the thought of that sweet, uneducated young peter hiding in his pants. He was bitter and lonely, but he could melt the bitterness and wash away the loneliness in the delicious closeness I could teach him.I rubbed my tit on his face, the soft, hot flesh scraping against the layers of cloth separating his flesh from mine. And I thrilled to his. “But there isn’t a station!” Margaret objected.“Not now there isn’t, but there used to be one here until it was moved nearer the town in the 1890s. Even the railway line was re-routed. That doesn’t matter. They won’t find us down here. They haven’t got time to look far…”“Why not?” Deb asked.“Because their route out was blocked by an inconvenient harvester and when it is moved it will be replaced by a police car.”“How?” She asked.“Remember that I had to cancel an appointment, Amanda?”“Yes,”.