Or - like she was doing now - to grab and pummel and knead them. Once again she grabbed a tit hard and with the other hand slapped it, really hard, so...that she winced and then smiled and gasped, panting now at the excitement. Her eyes had a wild look.Jeff, our centre back, was panting too, his heavy hard cock in his hand, pre cum dripping off the end. The vein in the side was pulsing. The end was engorged, almost purple, he was so excited. Each of our cocks was the same, but Jeff was the closed. To be beckoned over with those fingers, still curled and wrinkled from your drenched pussy, and instructed to kneel between your legs, to worship at your altar and be offered a taste from your extended hand, taking both digits between my lips and savouring every inch of the sweet and savoury nectar they bring as I draw them to the back of my throat, to be handed a preview of just how good you taste, would cloud my senses, stoke the fire and make me impossibly hard. To inhale you deep, to run my. I was about to say something to her, but she put her pointer finger on my lips."It doesn't matter. Years before I met you, I thought about divorcing him. It's been on my mind since then, and then all this happened. I just really love you now, Gillian. You are the best thing to happen to me, probably since Billy. I've always wanted to know what it's like to sleep with you, and now I can finally find out," Erin explained.I couldn't possibly be completely on board with this, but then the spark. During this time I would dress in her lingerie in the mornings (she left for work before I did) and occasionally when she was out. I enjoyed fucking myself with her toys while dressed, especially with the window open in hopes that someone might see and be interested. During this time I found a local telephone dating line that was mostly for hook-ups. I would often call it and get off talking with different men (and occasionally women). I loved hearing them cum and would almost always cum with.