.on her. Dammit. Why did I ever get into this?? But I trudged along, picking out the finest, a few bra and panty sets that I thought would look quite ...mart on her, and appeal to my husband as well. A cami, a bustier, plenty of stockings, a garter set...I spent all the money I had earned from my business start-up. On her. On her. My mind raced, thinking of her wearing each and every item, worn to entice my husband, to turn him on. Perhaps she will wear some of them for a Valentine's Day date. I cum hard thinking that even if I asked him at the last second to pull out, he wouldn't be able to pull out of me in time, his primal desire to fill me has taken him over, and he will press down and shove his cock as deep as he can in me as he explodes. I have won, I have turned him on to the point where he wants to give me his cum and I will gladly receive it deep inside of me.If he's married, his thoughts of his wife are gone, it's me that he wants and desirres at this moment, and thoughts. " I don't know what came over me, it's hard to explain, but it felt like I already knew Kelly. I only know the feelings were immensely rushed, intense, completely mutual, and real. Pulling her hands away from top of her clothes, I quickly lead them underneath and down into her black, stretchy, skin-tight sweats and down her cleavage beneath her bra. Grasping her nipple with our fingertips and pressing/rubbing her clit randomly with bare skin intensified the pleasure for her so greatly that she. ” He didn’t really, he just wanted to get her attention. She gets up from her chair, leans over Jacks shoulder , resting her breast on his shoulder. Putting her other arm around his shoulder, she is still breathing hard. “What are you having a problem with Jack?” “This one right here,” he says. She then pushes her breast harder against his arm. He can feel the warmth of her soft breast pushing against his arm. He can hardly stand it. “Oh Jack , that’s not such a bad problem, let me.