This wasn’t likely, my wife looked really embarrassed. She supervised guys as young as this at work and it was clearly too much for her. She didn’...t stop him though when he leant over and cupped a boob. Soon her dress was open and he was fondling her naked tits and forcing her legs open. He buried two fingers deeply into her cunt and she seemed to relax. So there I was, watching this small, skinny guy hardly old enough to drink, fingering my wife. But what could I do, we were over a barrel and. Her small right hand had pushed up her tank top, her slim fingers worrying at the one small tit that was revealed. She played with her hard little nipple, her gaze intently upon the screen.As I watched she shoved back a little from the desk, leaning back to hook a leg over the arm of her chair, her left hand sliding under her short skirt, her wrist flexing as she was obviously rubbing her pussy. I felt myself harden in my jeans and looked around to see if anyone was watching. No one seemed to. When would it have come up in a conversation? How long have we been together? Not that long! And with lots of breaks, in between times... Shoot, every time we get together, first thing we do is start taking off our clothes!" Well, jeez, Josie. Your mother is inviting your old fiancé over to dinner, knowing full well that you and I are... are whatever it is we are. I really... I really hate that, Babe. I mean, she's really trying to undercut me, here!" Freddie, honestly! You're overreacting.. He would not, could not, last long under this intense stimulation, physically and mentally. As he felt his own approaching climax, his hips began to pump faster and faster, egged on by Helen’s clenching thighs and pushing heels. She also urged him on vocally.“Yes, Danny! Do it! Push it all in! Do it! Yess! Fill me! Fill me!”Succumbing to the overload, Danny pushed in one last time, and then his deeply seated prick spewed the semen deep into Helen’s pussy. For a brief moment, Danny sight turned.