A beginner most likely so only one finger can fit for now, maybe two. Clumsy also, struggling to find a proper rhythm. I wonder if she's discovered he... clit yet. My ears strained for sound and all of the sudden I could hear slight and rapid breathing. I stood there for about 5 minutes, just listening. I had become so focused, so drawn into this half real half fantasy situation that was separated by a god damned 3 inch piece of wooden door. Another few minutes passed and she was still going at. “Well…one night I was watching the video and jerking off and my Dad came into my room. I hadn’t heard him come in and I guess he stood there watching the video for a while before he said anything. Then he said, ‘What is that and where did you get it, Jason?’ I quickly tried to hide my cock, but I was hard and it took me a little while to get it tucked back into my pants and while I was trying to hide it the video kept playing and my dad kept watching it. Then he said, ‘Isn’t that Mrs.. She did not give voice to anything, but the varying tone of her breath was all he needed as it pulsed against his throat and his fingers moved. He played her like an instrument, her breaths the chords his fingers strummed from her. When he carefully dipped lower, a small sound escaped her throat, a tiny mewling sound that echoed intimately in his ear and he felt her lips brush lightly against his flesh as she moved and hooked her knee over his. Please. There was no voice, merely the push of. ” She smiled and said, “I know and thank you, I am his wife and he is my husband, and remember, no more kissing and no touching my ass!” “I understand,” I said. “Remember,” Carole quickly whispered, “no more hugging either, you and I are just friends from now on.” I smiled and said, “I understand,” This was the ultimate cuckold torture and I loved it. I am not even allowed to kiss her cheek now or hug her! “We are going to go on vacation next month when Pat has his vacation time,” she.