Feels…so fucking good. Damn, you’re going to make me shoot off.” “I know honey, my guy likes it too…only thing is…he helps me get off whi...le I’m getting him off.” I increased the speed and pressure of my finger on Randy’s prostate. Grinding my pussy against his hip bone. “Randy…help me…please…I need to cumm so fucking bad.” I felt Randy hand slip between my grinding mound and his hip bone. I felt his finger slip between my bloated pussy lips and over my sensitive little love button. It was. We had both been dumped after many years of marriage, and although one side of our bed was empty, we both agreed that we needed time to decide if we wanted to risk being hurt again. But, we exchanged phone numbers, and went our separate ways knowing somehow that it was not the end of the story.A couple days later on way to my Law office, I answered my cell phone and there was that smooth voice again that said " Hi, Bob it's Heidi ". She told me that as she went past the State Park on her way to. Her groin was squashing his cock and he told her to hop up which she did and she felt him fish his cock from under her and push it out against her ass. She was still coming down from her massive orgasm and wondered if he wanted to fuck her ass. She said, “Oh fuck dad, your cock is resting between my ass checks and it’s so fucking hot and slimy. I want it in my ass dad.”“I know you want me to do that honey but how about you take a break first.”Jenny’s husband use to fuck her like a mad man and. Watching a certain glow unfold across her pretty face was causing me to have feelings which were best not shared with Lynn. That night, on the way home, Lynn and I discussed our first dance lesson. We both agreed that taking dance class was a good move. Lynn and I thoroughly enjoyed our first class, though perhaps not for the same reasons. The rest of the week, I could not get Jill out of my mind. I sat at work thinking about the girl who mysteriously came alive on the dance floor. Sitting.