Holding my hips while I slip him inside of me, lowering myself down on his cock. "Yes, baby, take it all." And I did. I could only gasp as I felt the ...back wall of my cervix being stimulated by his dick. The next thing I knew, Henry was bending his knees, bringing them in, and holding my hips hard in place with his dick still stuck inside of me. "Mmmmmm," I moan, gasping slightly as his cock starts to reappear from my pussy. "Please fuck me." I wanted it bad. And he knew it. I needed. Not my name, just 'hey', like he owns me. Like I want him to own me. I turn. She's leaning into him. His hand is on her, his fingers inside her. The skirts of her dress have ridden up and I can see her lacy black thong. My husband has slipped it to one side to expose her clit and bare lips. His thumb caressing her slowly, in little circles, as he talks to me. "Before you go, please pour us some more wine." I look him in the eye and he grins wickedly at me, relishing my discomfort at the. The conversation was anything but small talk, and it was refreshing to talk about a wide range of topics. It was evident that Joni was playing footsie under the table by the way Frank was fidgeting in his chair. I wasn’t surprised at all, as Kate was doing the same to me. I figured that all the giggling before was about them planning this. It was obvious that both girls were getting aroused, their nipples pushed against the fabric of their tops.Frank was now openly gazing at my wife and I. Her eyes were drawn to the triangle where Amanda's skirt didn't quite cover her. The whole purpose of the low sofa Erika had purchased for her office. It wasn't just men that liked to view up women's skirts. She thought she could see a flash of white and felt herself dribbling into her panties.They began talking, and the conversation quickly became one where coded and not so coded messages were flashing between them. Erika removed her jacket, exposing more of her breasts, though covered by a.