He works one hand under her dress, the other pulls the top of the dress down exposing her huge tits and rock hard nips. He stops kissing and starts su...king her tits while still massaging her pussy.My wife moves his hand from her pussy. I think she has come to her senses and is about to call it quits, but instead she reaches under her dress and rips a hole in the pantyhose exposing her shaved cunt. She pulls the dress over her head and is lying on the bed wearing just her pantyhose with a hole. “Walking by the pool hall.”I knew immediately where he meant. Raytown Rec on 63rd street. Been around longer than I have. No bar, no food, just pool. But they close early. Why is my freelancer out and about? Calling at this hour?Vanessa was wide awake, but she lay still. Waiting to hear if it’s bad news.“They’re closed.”Big sigh, “I know that, bitch. Sheesh. I followed them on my bike.”“Don’t let them see you, Buster. I mean it. He’s poison. Who’s they?”“Some woman. Chink.”“Where are. This comes out of the blue, her running off." How long since she ran away from the program?" Two weeks." And you didn't think to tell me?" Why?" Why? Because I'm her parent, that's why." Since when?" Claire snapped. Then, almost immediately, softened hertone. "Anyway, why should I have alarmed you, bothered you inyour...um...new life. I figured I'd handle it." Like I do everythingelse, she implied. Instead, she cleared her throat. "I figured it wasjust a lark. She'd walked out on the program. "That's what it would taste like to suck your own dick John. Like it?"It was a mischievous move, but he didn't object. He didn't object toanything Kayla did. He was taken by her. She was his compulsion, thecentral figure of thought and fantasy. Unfortunately, this obsessionincluded his imaging himself between her warm wet legs. Something shecould not provide. She had a vagina, but not one in the traditionalsense. It would feel good to have someone inside her, her folded andtucked penis sharing.