He imaged her body, tan from the summer—her smooth pussy waxed for swimsuit season—her engorged labia, slightly parted and moist. He had never rea...lly imagined her masturbating, but the thought of her rubbing her clit and the familiar sound of her soft moans of pleasure made him hard. He began to rub his cock through the tight cotton briefs he was wearing. ‘Slide your finger between your labia and gently rub your clit. Slowly, I don’t want you to cum yet,’ he warned. ‘Tell me how it feels.’ ‘It. ”“Knit?” I repeated. “Not many people do that thesedays.”“I have a big house, no kids, and no job,” she said. “Ijust wanted something to do with my hands, and I wantedit to be something useful.” She poked me lightly on thearm. “I bet I’d be hot in an Irish fisherman sweater.”“I bet you would,” I agreed, and turned my head tosmile into her hair.Angela set her coffee on a TV tray, and then shesurprised me by. She suddenly turn 180 degree , such that her ass seems to be grinding on my dick , as she was wearing a skin tight jeans , my dick had sudden erection, she seems to be enjoying it , she push her ass, causing my dick to become almost tent pole.I now leans toward her and in an husky voice said ” seems to enjoy that ” she said shh don’t talk , just go with the flow , by the time the metro had reached the C.P. , we two get out of metro along with hundreds of people , and as we reached the gate of. Well, Good for me ! Marianne praised herself. She had easily restored her figure to the stunning 34-21-32 form she’d had 10 years ago, before marrying Rick — and her legs, were once again sleek and shapely. She sizzled a bit when she thought of Rick — she had been a faithful, happy, wildcat partner. Anything Rick wanted, she was up for. Their sex life had been great for quite a number of years, Marianne had made sure of that. The Club had been Rick’s idea and she’d had no objections. To find.