The rocket launcher... Yah I'm ok why wouldn't I be" She lied to her teammates while I used my thumb to rub the same delicious spot over and over.Read...ng the signs I knew to move closer to my target, my hands slowly traveled from the bottom of her feet to her thighs applying pressure everywhere I possibly could."Now for the kill" I said to myself as I massaged her inner thighs with my hands rubbing back and forth, watching her clad covered pussy get literally dripping wet"Blake, c'mon, I swear. After putting two stitches in it they had given me some pain medication and the warning label said it would probably make me drowsy and that I shouldn't drive or operate machinery. I'd come straight home from the clinic, arriving three hours before my usual time, and when I came in the front door I heard Jillian on the phone in the kitchen talking to her friend Marge. I stood silently in the living room and listened to what else my "loving wife" had to say. Of course I couldn't hear what Marge. Daddy's hand stroked slowly over his hardness with finesse. It was very apparent he had years of practice and knew exactly how he liked it. His strokes were smooth, even, and meticulously slow. He was not just putting on a show for me. Daddy was enjoying every curl his hand made upon himself. I began to wonder exactly how daddy's length would feel inside my wet pussy. Every time he felt down his long shaft, I pictured his cock plunging into my hot moist crevice, parting my sexual lips to make. A new job and a new outlook began to conspire to bring out more than she expected. Truth be told, Andee was never looking for the opportunity to “cheat” or have an affair; she just wanted to feel what so many women desire: that she was still able to be a sexual being and attract the attention of other men. It wasn’t about being able to have sex with them – or even go beyond perfectly routine social flirting – but as time progressed, more doors opened. The first time was an incredible turn on.