Since she would not let me take off her dress, I thought that would be the end of the evening. But after we caught our breath she climbed on top of me... and started grinding on my cock. She leaned over and kissed me as I again began to undo a button on the back of her dress. She leaned up and said, "OK, but only the top" as she finished the remaining buttons herself and pulled the top part of her dress down around her waist. I reached up and grabbed her perky tits, her nipples were already rock. If a microphonehad been placed nearby, it would have picked up the most eroticsymphony of moans and breaths and smacking lip sounds, delicious wetslurbs and slorps.My hand found its way back under her dress, and onto her panty-cladcock again. I moaned, just feeling it. The shaft was pulsing,throbbing against her lower belly, trapped as it was by her panties.My fingers moved stealthily, and in but a few seconds I had her cockout from under her panties, freeing it from its confines, allowing. It’s one of those things that starts with good conversation and a few drinks and finishes when my whole body oozes sweat. In between there is the exploration of each other’s body by hands and tongues; the fondling and the caressing, the kissing, the lewd gestures with fingers and mouths that cause the two of us to arrive at the ultimate gateway to pleasure.By the time the penetration happens I know that I am in a state of desperation and need.Let me try and explain-My orgasm starts when I know. But married and so was I. Hmm…Dust had settled all over the house and I had no idea where to even start cleaning. I was totally overwhelmed and proposed getting in a cleaning crew. Fortunately, Jerry was in total agreement and, when he went to work the next day, I phoned around and found a firm with a good reputation. I wanted reliable workers and certainly didn’t want to follow them all over the house, checking what they’d done or not done.The cleaners were able to schedule me for the next day.