You stop...far away from my car...pinning me against a post...kissing me hard, sliding Your hand under my dress and between my legs...feeling my wetn...ess. Spreading my legs making myself available for You...feeling Your fingers slide into my wet cunt. You thrust Your fingers a few time making me moan while we kiss...then break the kiss, bringing Your fingers to my mouth to replace Your tongue, making me suck them. And i eagerly suck Your fingers...my breasts exposed...legs spread apart, aching. We walk hand in hand, I can't help noticing the bounce of your breasts, the outline of your bra through the tight low cut top and your glorious cleavage. Your skirt is short just long enough to cover your stocking tops, you smile, we get our drinks and sit in a discreet corner booth, we sip our drinks for a while, you excuse yourself stand and brush past me, I can feel your suspender !!!!!!! (I love stockings, I hope you do too). You return and again brush past me, another chance of a feel of. Sue softly ran the back of her finger along Sally's slit. In return, Sally looked up at her in anticipation. My wife, not yet my ex-wife, bent her head and licked Sally's slit, making no effort at penetration. The child closed her eyes briefly, savoring the attention her pussy was receiving. I was no longer too wasted to act. Quickly but quietly, my clothes were on the floor, my cock at attention. I never thought that my meat was especially large, not after being in locker rooms and watching. The best kind of wrestling in my opinion, fuck wrestling. Fuck wrestling gives me carte blanche to be able to feel, kiss, lick, finger, and fuck her in any position I could get her into with her struggling back against me. Same went for her. My wife is average sized and not very strong, but she has solid legs. If she gets them wrapped around me in the wrong position I could be a sitting duck for her exploring tongue and fingers. “You’re on!” I said as I quickly wrapped my arms around her and.