Soon, we both knew, the evening would be over and we'd dress, climb into my car and I'd drop her off on my way home. When I get in I'd shower well the...n I slip under the sheets with my sleeping spouse and my day life. I guess Suzie did the same. Some night, as we both look into the lights of the traffic, I'll ask her.My cock was soft and sticky from before and before that. The last encouragement of the evening always takes time. I lantern gripped myself, fingers against the shaft, palm over the. Upon reaching the top we spied an old twin bed in the corner san sheets and blankets and we headed there.We were soon were intertwined in each other arms and sucking each other's tongues. I allowed my hand to roam all over her firm satin clad body as we kissed. I gently rubbed and squeezed her breasts and she rubbed the hard lump in my costume pants. She expertly unzipped me and withdrew my hard cock. Seconds later I was treated to the sight of the Corpse Bride kissing and licking my shaft. Not that sheneeded too much, she noted, after the head she had given him before. Ipeeked out from behind the curtains and saw his car, racy and expensivelooking. He got out to open her door and towered over her. I huggedmyself, sort of like a sister worrying about her sibling who was going tothe prom or something like that. I decided to try to relax so that Icould be at my best when my wife returned, most likely after beingwillingly ravished by her testosterone-driven companion.Despite my. It made me want to cry. And all those sights came pouring in because of an old rundown country store.The woman in the store wasn't nearly old enough to be a good fit with the store; she was just too damn young. Hell, she was younger than me. "This is a neat old place you have here," I said."Thank you, I have a lot of trouble keeping it this way. My husband wants to fill the place with the latest stuff to try to improve the profits, but I tell him this is my hobby, not my profession." Good for.