She nuzzled me and I kissed her forehead. Her hand found my cock, only slightly softened from our moment of rest, and she said, ‘Oh, what can we do ...with this?’ ‘Anything,’ I said. ‘Anything.’ And she bent over me, her lips trailing over my belly, over the tufts of fine hair which led to my sex. Her hand stroked the base of my cock, while her tongue worked at the sensitive head. In mere moments I was as hard and growing harder than before. As a man, as a boy really, I can give myself an erection. Once in the diner we sat at one of the booth's and Margo went to ordertwo coffee's. I took my cigarette's out of the bag and lit one, blowinga cloud of smoke in the air. I noticed two guy's in one of the booth'sfurther down but paid no particular attention to them. Margo returnedwith our drinks and sat down, a couple of minutes later the two guys gotup from the booth and moved towards us.As they approached I recognised one of them as Ross a guy who had leftour school a couple of years before.. I touched it very lightly, running my whole finger over it as I reached down to stroke the opening of her vagina my finger not really pressing too hard. After a couple of minutes she was squirming and jerking, but not making a sound, aside from heavy breathing.Maria made a soft noise and I looked at her. She was staring bug eyed at Astral’s slit where my finger slipped in and out of her thick bush. Maria’s legs were open and her hand stroking in rhythm with mine. I slowed down and she slowed. Pleasure her there, and her orgasmic levels rise many notches more.“Fuck you,” she wailed, “Where were you when I was getting married?”“You need a lover, my dear, not a husband. I am the guy!”“How right you are!”I was in my clothes till now, waiting patiently for her to ride her waves of pleasure. My turn now! And hers too! Can’t let a horny woman go after the first few orgasms. Till she has cum buckets, a woman is never satisfied. I have learned that from experience.My wife swears by it! As do.