Irmgard loved to dance close. She purred with pleasure as he made love to her back. It was her most devilish dress. Whenever her back was out of sight... from the tables, Stefan’s fingers would steal into the gap and slide down the crack of Irmgard’s ass. And she responded by wriggling her pubes against Stefan’s constrained erection!Although it was a Saturday night, when Irmgard drove Stefan home, she came up to his apartment. They had not had much to drink, but Irmgard was in a naughtily. How utterly inappropriate and yet…a gorgeous, muscled man wanted her. If she even entertained the idea of stopping him, the warm wetness she immediately felt in her panties forced her to ignore a second question. He continued to kiss her, soft as first, then deeper and deeper until she could only imagine his tongue performing in other ways. As stunningly crazy as it was for him to whisper, “I live on 8 th ,” as an invitation, she would have gone to the end of the earth to have him insider her.. I put down my briefcase, and travel bag. Hanging up my blazer, I head up the stairs takeing note to avoid all the squeeks in the stairs.As I head up the stairs i can hear a long moan, and at the same time I hear a girlly squeel. The moan, I recognize as my wife. The squeel on the other hand, I have no idea who that is. The light in the hallway outside the master bedroom is off, the door has been closed, but it is open a crack. I sneak up to the door and pear inside... What I see inside shocks. That’s alright. There are many women and men too who are virgins. Have you ever” and he paused again “played with yourself even.” She played with herself and was embarrassed to admit it so didn’t answer yes or no but by not answering him, he knew it was a yes. “So in truth…maybe your not a virgin.”He looked at her, intensely and intimately almost. “That outfit…boy that outfit…when I saw you in it” and he closed his eyes to recall how she looked in it. The short, short jean skirt, and that.