Then I looked at her. My wife was blushing and glowing in her sexual excitement. I love to watch that glow on her face.Me (on phone): Yes me too, ok-o...k. Will be there soon.I looked at her again when the call was over. Then she turned to me blushing.Ajitha: Hey no, don’t look at me now. Look straight and drive (she hit me on my shoulder).But I looked at her again and again in between. I love to see her blushing. She then put on her fake anger face and looked out of the side glass and sat there. "Sorry, dude, I, I was just fucking around, and was gonna take a pic of you pissing to send your wife. I didn't know those where on there, Holy shit! I've never seen your wife like that. It's fucking hot! Can I, maybe see some more?" I snatched the phone away and said no fucking way. I told him she doesn't even know I took those and would kill me if she even knew I had them, let alone that anyone else had seen them. He laughed and then said, "Ha, sounds like my wife. I do the same thing, and. She took a bite and looked at him reading and wished he would talk to her and not read the paper. She started to ask him to stop reading and talk to her, but hesitated. She didn’t want to have to ask him to be with her, to talk to her, to look at her. She wanted him to want to and it hurt like a thud on her heart to know he’d rather read. Then she remembered how passionate Tom was when he was writing in the park. How he’d challenged her with his questions in the café, his bluntness, his smile,. Her orgasm didn’t mark the end, the fingers dancing inside her were replaced with shafts of hardened cock. The teenage girl stayed on pleasure overload as a rock hard body pressed against her. She put her delicately small hand on his chest. His suntanned pecs flexing as his hips ground into her. Inspired, she pushed back as hard. Another load of cum streaked across her flawless skin. Someone she could not see was cumming inside her arse, his violent final thrusts pushing shockwaves up her tight.