I then reached my hand under the waist band of her sweater and began feeling her bra encased breasts. I later found out that it is a vintage bullet br...a. As I felt her up, she moaned a little more and with more enthusiasm. I felt under her breasts and guided my hand under the band, stretching the elastic band enough to place my palm over her ample D cups. She kissed me more urgently and breathed more heavily. I pushed up the bra above her breasts and pulled her sweater up high enough to expose. I merely grunted, "No moving your ass babe - only your hands." She opened her eyes for a brief second to look down at my own, as if my demand was a physical impossibility - and then moaned in frustration and again closed them. My wife of seven years began to aggressively frig her clitoris.It was a delicious sight - and I had to fight from the urge to spin her about on the bed and fuck her with all the passion I was feeling for her.She may think I was expressing my dominance to allow her to. I settled in to my position at the front counter and rang up the few customers that came in for things other than prescriptions. The pharmacist was the only one who could do that and that counter was at the other side of the store. I actually couldn't even see that counter from where I stood at my register.After about a half hour of standing there my friend Tom came strolling in. "Hefe! Fancy meeting you here." Yeah, like you didn't know I was working tonight." You're right," he laughed. "I. ‘Ohh… you taste so sweet… so soft… like silk…’ Giving a low growl, he nibbled at her throat, biting gently, teeth sucking, holding, then releasing soft silky bits of skin. For a moment, he looked up, his eyes locking with hers, slowly getting lost in the soft shimmering blue depths. Leaning forward, he kissed her, lips light as a feather, so soft, so tender, so exquisite, a sigh was drawn, deep and low, from the very depths of her being. ‘Now is not a-Ohh… not a good-Ahhh… time.’ She squirmed,.