She responded positively, moaning a little and shifting closer to my lap. I was rock hard, my cock pressing against her thigh. We continued making out...for a while and she let her hand fall down onto my lap, resting on my cock but not making aggressive contact. I was desperately pushing myself against her hand, trying to get her to rub me. I now put my hand under her shirt and played with her over her bra. She gave me a little resistance, but I continued and she quickly got into it. I knew she. . oohh," as she puts her hand under my nose, and I smell her sexiness. I reach out my tongue for another taste, completely turned on by the thought that she just had her hand deep inside of her, caressing herself for me. Now the other hand is in front of me, even wetter than the last one, and as I hear her moaning softly, the realization that she is pleasuring herself and feeding me her juices makes me throb almost painfully.She must have noticed this, for suddenly I feel her soft hands on my. I’d not confessed it to Claire yet, but the closeness that I saw between my wife and Jason didn’t just frighten me. It also sent a shiver of excitement and adrenalin through my body. I almost physically shook when I thought about it. I’d thought about this closeness a lot throughout that Monday, when like Claire I’d been pretty useless to my employer. But this cocktail of fear and excitement was at the heart of the whole adventure we’d started with Jason.I knew that, just as Claire had been. ’ He held up an envelope made of stiff, creamy paper. She gingerly took it from his hands and opened it to reveal two tickets to the Miyami art exhibition. She was floored, all the wind knocked out of her stomach, too stunned to react at first, but she quickly stuffed it back into the envelope and gave it back to him. ‘I…I can’t, Mr. Scodelario. Thank you, thank you very much, but I…this is too much.’ He frowned and shook his head. ‘No, I insist — it’s an excellent collection, and you simply.