My husband once said he'd never been with a women who got as wet as I did. Considering the number of women he'd been with... I took it as a compliment... at the time. Many times I'd come back from dates while in high school with my panties soaked and the crotch of my jeans showing a wet spot I had to hide from my parents even if I hadn't had sex. I didn't have to hide from my parents but the crotch of my panties was soaked with my juice and my jeans showed a large-ish wet spot that told the story. I kept an eye open, hoping I would run into 'my' mystery girl again. I had to see her, but I was not going to allow thoughts of her to interfere with my classes, or my life... or so I thought.For the next week I could not get her out of my mind. I finally caved on Saturday. I bundled up and went out into the very cold morning. I walked back to where I had met my mystery girl. I 'back timed it', until I found her. I started following her. It took several hours. My hands and feet, as well as my. She was very wet, though, so nothing was holding him back. He moved his hand higher, caressing one of her breasts and tweaking the nipple. Her breasts seemed smaller than he remembered, but that clue was lost in the fuzzy dream logic.Janey gasped at the feel of his warm hand surrounding her boob, and then he was squeezing her nipple. That, combined with her clitoral stimulation, set off her orgasm.“Uhhuuhh! Unnhh!”Mike felt his wife’s pussy clamp down hard on his cock. He thrust harder,. His cock was at half mast when he stripped with the sounds of the pornos and the fact my wife was furiously rubbing her clit seemed to entice his cock to grow wild. He move closer and my wife, thinking it was me reached down to his cock and took it in her hand. She ran her hand down the shaft and slowly back up to the head and sighed. I knew this was turning her on. hell, it was turning me on seeing my wife play with herself and stroke that cock. She stopped rubbing herself and John removed her.