He shoved the other hand down his pants, massaged his cock, it responded by stuffing.“Come here sit with me and let’s get to know each other bette...r,” he said. “I want to feed you something better than the chicken.” Tears welled in Erin’s eyes. “What?”“You’re not interested in me,” she said.“Yes, I am. I just don’t want to wait,” Jason insisted.“No,” she said in disbelief. Erin turned away looking at the water. From nowhere Iberian moved to the male. Jason jumped to his feet clutching the grip. "What are you doing today?" I asked Seth.He finally woke up enough to notice Anna and was staring at her body as I asked the question.He then looked back at me and said, "I'll probably catch up with some of the old buddies again today. Maybe go play a few holes." Well have fun. I'll see both of you later." I said as I walked out the door.I walked out knowing that Seth was ogling my half-naked wife and was probably getting a hard on right now.I started the car and backed out the drive. I headed. I knelt in front of her chair, between her knees, and slid both of my hands up her legs, grasped the top of her panties, and pulled them down her legs and off. Then I slid her skirt up, bunching it around her slender waist, and pulled her pussy to my mouth. I stuck my tongue between her labia and started to thrust it in and out. Megan slouched down further in her chair and I sucked her clit between my teeth and nibbled on it as I vibrated my tongue rapidly across it. Her pussy was nicely. He wasn't terrible, but I was beyond tired of waiting for him to give me the attention I craved. So there I was, perched on my barstool, dressed slutty, the best way I've found to meet men. That night, I was wearing my cut-off denim shorts and a deeply scooped, cropped tank top. Minutes after I arrived, I was flirting with a knot of horny guys, who couldn't stop looking. Without underwear, I was jiggling around, displaying more than was decent, the guys couldn't get enough. Two men -- call them.