That felt good. Not as good as touching her skin directly, but better than feeling her through her uniform. A quiet moan escaped me.The nurse looked b...ack up at my face. By the look on her face she was probably expecting me to be in pain, but that wasn't what I felt. Most of my pain was gone. Replaced by building tension and need for this lovely woman to do more than touch me through the blanket.I looked back at her with a steady gaze. I wanted her to pull away my blankets, uncover me and wrap. Gradually I became more comfortable andsurefooted walking in the heels. I wasn't sure though how I'd dowearing them for an extended period of time.When Danielle was satisfied with my performance, she hugged and kissedme. "I think it's time for bed. We need to be up early tomorrow becauseyou have a lot to do before my guests arrive." After taking off theshoes, stocking and wig, we snuggled together in bed. Only two thinlayers of satin separated my throbbing cock from her waiting love nest.As our. My pace quickened, and I felt myself sliding along wet pussy lips, begging to burst inside her again.She bit hard. Her tongue swirled over my skin as she bit and sucked me, and it made me explode. Spurt after spurt of hot semen shot inside her, and I kept moving. Kept fucking. In and out. Harder. Faster. Until my lund ached and could take no more. Finally I collapsed. Spent, my lund still half hard inside of her. I rolled onto my back, pulling her shaken little body on top of me. Her pussy. So I fished out my cock and slipped it into her. I saw her grab a hold of the refrigerator door and a shelf to steady herself. I was really going at when I heard a familiar voice say, “Robin, would you look for the dill pickles while you’re in the fridge?”I immediately pulled my cock out of Robin and started to apologize when she whispered, “Please put it back in, I was almost there.”What a dilemma. Now that I knew Robin wasn’t my wife it would be cheating, on the other hand I was almost there.