Her eyes were closed and she was smiling to herself.He approached her and hugged her from behind. She stopped the moment she felt him but he whispered... in her ear softly, "Let's just dance" and she complied reluctantly.James was holding her moving his hips to the the rhythm of her hips touching her intimately. His hands were on her stomach, her head was on his chest and he could smell her hair. Coconut shampoo which made him dream of the summer, of white, sandy beaches, of Angela in a bikini .... I moved between her legs spreading them , with her knees raised she was beautiful , licking my fingers I reached down an let them explore . My fingers slid gently between flesh like lips soft an puffy , her little clit a firm nub , I wet my fingers and slid them inside , first one then two . The images and thoughts in my mind took me to a new high of sexual lust . After playing with myself an inhaling Rush I leaned down covering her with my open mouth and began eating her , the sent of perfume. I almost called them, but it was early afternoon, they would most likely be out lifting a car or serving a divorce summons. Whenever I felt my job was crap, I thought of James and Simon. I would hate to do what they did for a living on their best day ever.It was hard to concentrate on the sexual experience we had enjoyed, when there were so many entertaining things about them. Neither of them was drop dead gorgeous, but they were classically handsome in some ways, and thug greasy in others. All. I was playing with my dick and wanted to see that sexy and steamy ass again. “God, he has a monster cock, he has gone on the other side and the bitch is eating my son’s penis” my wife growled with sort of jealousy. I wanted to have a glimpse of the hungry girl that my son was drilling hard, so I tried to pull my wife aside. She resisted and in the process, the door which was not locked, bang opened. Both my wife and I almost fell inside and could hardly keep our balance. We were stark naked,.