With Rose Ann's encouragement I pressed even harder against her panties and, ceasing my circular movements, began a faster back and forth movement ove...r her lips. Touching one thigh and then the other I increased the rhythm of my hand as Rose Ann signaled her approval by arching her back and crying out, 'YES! Oh, Fuuuuckkk...' The faster I moved my hand and pressed harder against her pussy and clit, the more Rose Ann convulsed beside me. My head above the blanket, I could see the blanket moving. The reason I wasn't looking forward to getting together with them was because this time we had to pick up and drop off my mother in law and her crabby asshole husband. My father in law had pasted away two years prior to meeting this new husband of hers that was on it's forth year of marriage. No matter how much you tried to include him into conversations or try to make him feel part of the family, this prick was always in a bad mood. Anyways back to the story, my wife and I were at the front of. Over time, I became more adventurous in my wanking exploits, but more about that later.The first time, I was with my boyfriend, we were on holiday, it was night-time and we’d gone for a post dinner stroll along the seafront.If you’ve ever seen the film ‘The French Lieutenant’s Woman’ you’ll be familiar with the Cobb at Lyme Regis, a costal town in South West England. It’s a pier type construction like a huge, wide wall, which shields the harbour and protects the town from rough seas. We’d had. I looked up confused. ‘Uh.. would you mind shutting off the light?’ I blushed quickly, trying to hide my embarrassment. Of course he wasn’t thinking like I was. It wasn’t like he was expecting anything out of this. I leaned over to the side table and tried to turn the lamp off. I felt around looking for a switch on the lamp. I blushed again, now embarrassed for an entirely different, but still equally ridiculous reason. After a minute, he sighed. ‘Here I got it,’ he said as he moved over. He.