When Peter placed her hand on her pussy and gently pressed down, Miss Jones felt her panties get wet. She needed hands on her breasts, a tongue on her... clit, her clothes being peeled off. She wanted this adultery to happen, she wanted it now and she wanted it to last for hours.When the car stopped outside a wood cottage in the forest, Miss Jones knew she could moan and scream loud: she wanted to be slutty, wild and she wanted Peter to constantly tell her she was married and fucking him. God the. Next I took off my top and bra and waited for his next instructions."Of course we could stay in," he leered, looking at my naked bust."No I want to go out," I said, "it's lovely out there." Ok, ok, what top have you got?" he asked tearing his eyes away from my naked bust and onto the bed littered with my clothes."I've got this little sun top," I said holding it up," or how about this?"I picked up a denim waistcoat."Yeah, try that on," he said his voice slightly hoarse so I knew he like it.There. " Like what?" Well, I didn't get it all very systematically -- I really mostly wanted to talk to her about your perp. But according to Alicia, the usual Freudian motivation for female exhibitionism would be wrapped up in father-daughter incest fantasies. The people the exhibitionist woman is showing herself to are -- you know -- father-substitutes, that kind of thing." Humph. Sam interrupted. "'Doesn't sound much like Susan Hatfield's description of what was going on with Emma, but I guess it's. He responded with squeals of pleasure.As I removed my face from his hole, I replaced it with my index finger. I buried it slowly to my knuckle, his ass clamped tight around it. I left it inside and allowed him to adjust to it. When I was able to, I started to gently finger his hole with it. Slowly, he became accustomed to the invader and he relaxed around it. I started pulling it right out to the tip and then pushing it in as far as I could. Eric was really squirming now. I pulled completely.