I feel you other hand cup my balls, kneading them softly yet firmly and then tug at them causing the skin on my cock to stretch tightly putting pressu...e on the tip of my cock.Your thumb has found my slit and the sensitive underside of the tip and you circle it around and around and I moan again. I open my eyes to look down, you continue to look directly into my eyes and I can see that you are intent on my pleasure. I want to see your breasts that are held snugly in a bra and top but my. Cindy often wondered what would have happened if she had been less reluctant to commit to Matt. He had asked her to marry him, but she had put him off, and then Jo had appeared, accompanied by their child, Grace. After that, Cindy had no chance, at least that’s what she told herself. What if she’d accepted his proposal before Jo had come back into his life? What if? What if?Stop thinking about Matt! You’ll drive yourself crazy. That’s over and done, and he’s married to Jo now. There are lots of. God." I could see between her fingers that her mouth had creased upwards into a slight smile. She then put her hands on her hips and looked back up to my eyes. "You pervert! I think I need to speak to HR about this." Please, Pamela, I- I just can't help it!" I stammered. "Well that's obvious," she said staring at me.I looked down again. "I'm sorry. I'll never bother you again." I turned and began to walk away. Then I heard her again."Wait," she said. "Come back here."A part of me. Many cuckolds had this assumption that men preferred the slutty look for the Hotwife but it was rarely the case. Like many Alpha males, Al liked clothes that only gave a hint of what lay underneath. He preferred to be kept guessing as to what lingerie a woman was wearing rather than to see it on view from a too shorter skirt or too low a cleavage. There was a time and place for that, of course, but in public Al preferred his date not be on public display. That was what the night was all about,.