She was wet and the more I played with her pussy the wetter she got. I ran my finger into her and then up to the front and slowly rub her clit with th...e wet tip of my finger. She would push back towards me and give a little moan. I'd lick her juice off my finger and run it back down. I used my other hand to reach under her shirt to pinch her hard nipples.My dick was throbbing as I continued to play with her. She reached back and started stroking my dick. I was rock hard. She would stroke it and. Her breasts were just above my face but I managed to resist the temptation to capture one with my lips. I really don't like the taste of Panama Jack, so it was easier than it might have been. My attention was drawn elsewhere when she positioned her knees outside my legs and got close enough to rub her dripping cunt along the back of my dick. It seems she wanted to do a little teasing of her own.It was extremely hard not to give in to temptation and drill her right there but I somehow did. I. You, my love, away on business, and I here with our pets drinking wine, feeling the power of an oncoming storm. Sitting outside staring out, I close my eyes and imagine you here. The dogs sleep soundly at my feet, as the soft wind blows, a shirt of yours I wear still smells of you. As my hand travels down through my cleavage grasping my breasts massaging them, imagining it is your hand, pinching my nipples as my other hand slowly scratches down my stomach, between my legs. I am already so wet. Her hands grabbed me on either side of my waist and began to roll me over. I was starting to wake up. I resisted."You are pissing me off" she said in an angry voice.That voice did it. The tone I had been hearing for the past two weeks, I could not listen to it any more. I relaxed, letting her roll me over onto my stomach. She had placed a pillow next to me so that when I rolled over my waist rolled up onto it lifting my butt into the air. My heart started to race. I was fairly vanilla when it.