” I tell him a little breathlessly. ‘Lets find out.” Is his quick reply. He starts rubbing my thigh back and forth going up higher each time. It...is making me so wet. “You have got to stop I am getting so wet.” I tell him. “but I thought you wanted to know what my fingers felt like inside you.” “No you have to stop or I will cum if you touch me pussy.’ I plead with him. “ that is what I want from you and you must obey.” he commands me. He slowly moves his hand up my dress, he roughly yanks my. Sammy cleaned herself up with toilet paper and realized that her panties were nowhere close to drying. Slyly she tossed them in the trash can. She would just have to remember to keep her legs crossed for the rest of the afternoon. * Sammy parked outside Jessica’s house at 7:02. She had chosen to wear a red skirt, skin tight tank top, stockings and her favorite pair of heels. Black with red on the bottom. She'd decided on a pair of black lace panties from Victoria’s Secret. She had taken a. I was beat but excited, not long now and I would be back in town ready for action! The flight was pretty empty since it was one of the last to depart Atlanta. In fact before the flight left the gate one of the flight attendants had bumped me up to business class, which was pretty cool of her. It didn't hurt that she was drop dead gorgeous either. She had long red hair tied back on a ponytail, pretty face with a small green gem stud in her nose, and deep maroon lips. She had a great pair of tits. .our contact from Zambia, who was living and working at the time in the city of Nairobi, where Mara and I stayed.I'll be at work, for example, and though I have many things that need to be attended to, a sudden image will flash across my mind of Mara and Omar, locked in a passionate embrace as I witness this most deeply primal of all activities that any two human beings can engage in!Perhaps the image is of Omar's strong, manly hands exploring my wife's full and lovely breasts; or perhaps it.