She opened her legs wider, delighting in the feeling of the teenager's fingers as they neared her vagina."Oh, Emma! Oh my dear little girl!" said Laur...en, lifting her bottom off the seat. "Stop, we must stop!" But, I want to do it for you!" Lauren exercised all her willpower and sat up, closing her legs. A look of astonishment shot across Emma's face. "Don't you like it?" Oh, Emma. Of course I do. But it's a bit, you know, public." Nobody's here" Yeah, but just in case. Later. I would love. “This is Dominique” Marge said “she will look after you”. I stared at the woman standing there. She was tall and dressed in a latex body suit, thigh high boots and a face mask with just her eyes and mouth visible. I turned to say something to Marge but she had already gone. “Strip” shouted Dominique. I hesitated. “NOW” she shouted and slapped her thigh with this thing that looked like a cat and nine tails. My new journey had begun.I quickly undressed and she looked me up and down. She told me. The hotdogs got done, and slightly over done in some places, and they pulled them off the sticks and started to eat. They were good and Michael would flash a wink to Amanda as they ate, a subtle sign he had for trying to figure out a person’s interest in him. Not that he was always right, but he had a gut feeling, one he trusted and was rarely wrong. Amanda would smile sweetly back at him when he did, and Michael started to think a couple of nasty thoughts. But thoughts were all they are,. There was something about this scenario that really turned me on, as it was plainly obvious he had totally used her for sex.Eventually I realised that I would love her to do this again. Yes, I wanted my young wife to screw an older guy for me. One day I told her about this feeling that I had, how it would be such a turn on to let her fuck another guy, to know that he was so lucky to be enjoying my wife, to know how much pleasure he would get from ramming his cock into her lovely pussy,.