The hallway is cold on his feet, but all he can feel is his cock brushing against the robe. And somewhere between opening the door and walking to the ...art room, his mood begins to change. That fear settled deep in his stomach seems to be crawling up and out. Suddenly, that anticipation and excitement he felt earlier this morning after discovering the ad is back!“This is Chance,” Mrs. Crenshaw says, introducing the boy to the class. Chance does a quick scan. The room is full and luckily most of. My wife was extremely turned on and moaned at my touch. I looked around the room and there was at least 4-5 couples sitting in other chairs or couches also watching the show. Some of them now started to look at my hand on my wife’s panty covered pussy.I pulled her panties to the side and started to slowly rub her clit. This sent chills down her back as she moaned again and arched her back. I slid her shirt up exposing her bra and pulled her bra down to get access to her tit. I tweaked her. She is cold, but also so hot. Her stomach seems to be full of lava, but it isn't hot enough. The time slides by like a snail, leaving her to her boredom. I don't say anything, but stares at her endlessly. She watches me multiple times squeeze my cock through my jeans. Whether looking at me, or not, she had realized both were horrible. Looking at me made her pussy wetter, but looking away made her feel uncomfortable and squirmy. Morgan blinks and frowns at me in annoyance as I unclasp her. I was laying on the couch in the living room watching TV when my mom got home. She was wearing a fitted grey skirt suit, which looked great on her ass. Her blouse showed just a hint of her cleavage."Hi honey," she said, reaching behind her head and releasing her long dark hair from the bun it had been cooped up in all day. She kicked her heels off and then dropped onto the couch next to me."How was your day?" I asked."Good," she answered,"Well, I guess sort of routine," she smiled and patted me.