John had a death grip on my wife's hips and was hammering her pussy as fast as he could. He tightened up and stopped pumping...my wife was in a lip lo...ck with him as she moaned into his mouth. She waited till his cock was soft before she stood up. When she turned around she saw me and said well was that better than working in that smelly ol garage? I said yeah, it was , she was walking toward me as I answered her. She got to me , turned around, and bent at her hips and put her hands on her. His only regret was that he had given her the satisfaction of capitulating to her brazen desirability. He would have gotten more points in his own mind if he had walked away from her a few hours ago without so much as a kiss. But then, look what he would have missed!A few hours ago! Geezus christ--Davie! She was home alone--she'd better be! Dammit--he had allowed his own sexual craving to overshadow his new-found duties to his young daughter; he had been weak when he should have been strong! He. All for a woman I’ve never met. Just so she can…? Why did I do it? Masturbating for a stranger. Am I, perhaps, an exhibitionist at heart? Maybe. I did post a picture of myself online showing me dropping my cycling shorts for a friend on top of a railway bridge. A public flash. And this is just a private showing for someone who… Someone who I’ve never met and have never seen. All I know is that she considers herself plain. And yet my fantasies made her the most incredibly stimulating and. The store we chose was a good few miles from where we lived so that we could enjoy each others company without having to keep looking to see if anyone knew us, the guy in the store was very helpful and showed us as many bags, pipes and nozzles we wanted to look at and asked us 'Who is the stuff for?' and Carol said 'It's for me' and the guy didn't bat an eyelid and just asked 'What size of nozzle would you like' and Carol bent over, with her back to the guy to pick up her bag and piped up 'The.