Him : She knows I've seen her smile. Will she think I'll interpret that as a 'come on' ? I hope so. I realise, in those few seconds, that I've wanted ...her - so, so much. I reach across the table to hold her hand - the one that's playing with the stem of her glass. Our eyes meet.Her : How can his eyes and touch do that after all these years ? I feel myself melt inside, my blood seems to descend into my groin and my nipples stiffen. Thank goodness I have a coat on !Him : Her hand doesn't pull. Lana used to moan more than Lucy. I have seen her pussy getting licked many times with her legs on her boyfriends’ shoulder. Lana used to scream, moan and used to push his head into her pussy. I never got the full view of her body and all I could see was her skirt till her waist and his face between Lanas’ thighs and he used to press her nude ass. He also used to press her boobs on her T-Shirt and on bra sometimes. I never got a chance to see her naked breasts from the tiny hole very little. She was eager to eat up all of my spunk from Mrs. Anderson, tasting the tangible evidence of my adultery with Eric’s wife.That was when Eric knelt before me and started sucking my dick, straight from his own wife’s cunt. He didn’t hesitate to lick and tease the head of my cock, to taste me and pleasure me with his lips and tongue. He definitely acted on his bisexual impulses, that much I could tell. I certainly enjoyed his mouth on my prick, though I was a bit sensitive right then, due to. What would you like play Irma? Blackjack! Irma shouted. Irma sat down, and I handed her the deck. She shuffled the cards and began to tell me how she and her husband would play strip blackjack to keep the romance going. I said to Irma, that sounds like a challenge. Irma said, yes it is. We're gonna play stip blackjack and the winner gets 3 wishes after the game. Irma dealt the cards. First had she wins, so I take off my socks and shoes. She deals the second hand, and I lose again, so.