Raymond couldn’t believe that she wasn’t chewing him out for being so naughty.”But did you actually play with yourself, or did you just watch?�...�Raymond didn’t exactly know how to respond. He knew that he must have jerked off at least a dozen times while hiding in the closet. Raymond wasn’t k**ding about the tissues either. He was hesitant to let his wife know what a pervert he was. He swallowed his pride and told the truth, figuring as long as Deborah seemed interested, why lie any more than he. So, all this just to please my dirty mind. Wait a second – sexting it to you could inflame yours?? C.” To Christine: - “Indeed, it could have consequences beyond just sexting? Aren’t you, the driver? After being so well-behaved during dinner, won’t you drive your date home in your car? All sorts of things could happen then. B.”To Ben: - “Home is out for misbehaving. Car will be tempting, but it’s only sporty to drive. In parking, it’s not suitable for what you seem to have in mind!? My car only. She surprised him by reaching down, her hand desperately feeling underneath him; finding the area between his legs and pulling upwards as though to force him even further into her. His passion grew even more and he felt the nerve-tingling tension begin its ascent, all the senses in his body drawn to that one region. Her mouth was open, lips drawn back from her teeth. Her eyes were tightly shut and short gasps escaped her as she twisted her head against the pillow. She could feel the sensations. I remind her to watch herself, and her head snaps back up so she can see. I see the wetness spilling from her pussy, and dripping toward her ass, and I see that it’s starting to coat the purple dildo that is also beginning to slide more easily inside. She gasps as it breaks through the small opening of her ass, and then moans as the pleasure takes over. She is quiet, by nature, but today I want to hear her. I tell her not to hide her passion. “I want to hear you moan.” She moans, pressing.