I straddle him on the narrow seat, everything except my panties still on, keeping our act a secret. He removes his fingers from inside me and places h...s hands on my thighs beneath my skirt. He doesn't need to say anything: the look in his eyes tells me to lower myself onto him. I feel him filling me completely as his grip on my legs tightens and he whispers in my ear exactly what he wants me to do to him. I press my body closer to his and begin to rock slowly, guiding his cock in and out of me.. “To the utility building,” Imogene said, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the side door.My mind struggled to think as she pulled me towards the door. My wife rushed after me, grabbing my other arm, pressing her naked breasts against it. There was a tunnel. Memories were spilling through my mind as my brain started to function. The tunnel led to a nearby utility building on the other side of the street. A building those strange girls were ignoring. I had edited that building to be a safe. The problem was the room keys – who got one, and who didn’t. Since Dale was the ‘trip leader,’ so to speak, he got one. But when it came time to hand out the second one, things got ugly fast. ‘I call it!’ Brad announced in the elevator, holding his hand out to Dale. ‘Call what?’ Dale asked. ‘The key… duh,’ Brad replied. I caught Dale’s eye and gave him a pleading look. Brad caught it, too. ‘No way,’ he said. ‘You can’t give her the key.’ ‘Why not?’ Dale wanted to know. ‘She’s the only girl.’. We let things get out of control, and there are consequences when that happens. That's all." Nothing got out of control," she said, a stubborn caste in her voice. "I wanted to do that with you, and I'm pretty sure you wanted to do it with me too. Why can't we just enjoy that?" Jill, I'm forty-eight years old. You're eighteen. In ten years you'll be in the prime of your life and I'll be an old man. Why would you want to marry an old man and then push him around in a wheel chair for years?" Maybe.