” “How’s your cock now?” Natalie enquired. “Getting hard again!” “Show me,” she said. “What!!!” I exclaimed. “Show me your hard ...rick!” was the insistent response. I looked around again to check no one could see and with my heart in my mouth, surreptitiously unzipped my trousers and eased my cock out. He was rock hard again and very juicy from my pre-come. “Mmmmm, very nice. Now, have a wank.” “Are you mad?!” I protested. “Just do it!” I looked at my gorgeous wife sitting there, her legs wide. ”“But, don’t you want to when you’re angry?”“Frequently. I just don’t.”“So, when being intimate, it’s okay?”“Absolutely,” I assured her, wondering where this was coming from.Rory continued, “Good, because when I had that climax on the boat what I really wanted to say was, ‘Oh fuuuuck!’”The emotion she put into it had me laughing. She turned her face up to me and grinned, her eyes sparking.When I stopped laughing, I told her, “That turns me on, so yup, go to town!”Rory’s grin faded. Her eyes. " What about you? Where do you work?" I'm a cashier in Albertson's. Been there six years." She tried to sound like it was something she was proud of, working as a cashier for six years, but there was a sadness deep down in her belly, a sadness that shadowed her words."Do you do OK there? Is this all right, us bumming money off you?"She scrunched up her nose. "You don't need to worry about me." It's just that Neil can be a little pushy sometimes." I know guys like Neil," she said. "You have to. Laurel’s concentration wavered as her eyes became hooded with delight at the taste of Sandy’s arousal, her garbled groans and tense thighs prompting a moan of Laurel’s own as she tasted her. She ran her tongue up and down Sandy’s cleft, lapping at her folds hungrily as she brought her hands up to grip tightly around both of her trembling thighs. Laurel’s gaze swept wantonly across Sandy’s face, taking in the sight of her blonde curls pressed against her sweat slicked skin, her eyes squeezed.