Her fingers explored the box with precision. Her head fell back as she sighed. It was apparent to me she was as good at this, as she was sucking and f...ucking me.My wife stood in front of the mirror while i secretly watched her through the door. Her pace and breath quickened and grew more excited with her every move. Slowly her left hand fingered her pussy and her right hand grasped her ass cheek. She then began to move in a sexy type dance sort of way. As she moved her finger plunged deeper into. "How do you feel?"Patrick sighed the sigh of someone who was experiencing a great deal of pleasure. Melissa smiled broadly.She took the squirt top bottle and squeezed a light blue gel into her hand. She began to apply it to Patrick's face, working carefully under the mask. From temple to temple, over and in each ear ... she slathered it on his closed eyes ... everywhere."Patrick, I need you to concentrate on your face now. Feel the gel as it binds to your skin. Feel it changing your skin,. I smile. And I'm passive and patient. Kind of weird. But the tension is growing. Would I like to see the clothes she bought? Absolutely! She goes in the other room to change and comes out in a tiny red thing and it is holding her in - but barely. I compliment her. Tell her how nice she looks.She comes over to the couch and kind of half sits/half kneels next to me. Her large breast is on my shoulder. As she reaches over to my pants she whispers in my ear "let's see what you have here". A light. They must have thought I was trying to milk the applause for all itsworth, so thankfully I was able to find Lauren before their cheers andshouts turned to moans and boos.Lauren was sitting on the end of a row of chairs, maybe eight or tenrows back from where I was sat. She was clapping along with the rest ofthe hall, trying to hide the fact that she was supposed to be up at thefront with me. I rushed towards her, but that only made me become evenmore aware of my skirt, and self-conscious about.