It doesn’t take much before I feel the uncontrollable urge to cum inside of her. I imagine it, the orgasm as her body squirms on me, begging for eve...ry drop. Her eyes locking onto mine as she accepts it all into her. But I hold back. I pick her up and slide myself out of her. I will cum into her, I will stare into her eyes. But she will first and I am not finished with her yet. I push her back against the opposite wall and turn her around as I spread her legs and kiss her neck. For a moment I. " Frank began to say."Of course," Al interrupted. He took another swallow of his drink. "How's it going with the FBI?" Alright, I guess," Frank answered."Let me tell you, Henderson is their best. He's not about to whitewash anything. I only asked them in to keep the SEC out." He looks tough, that's for sure," Frank acknowledged."That, he is," Crossman confirmed. "He won't look favorably on any funny stuff—so make sure he doesn't get any." Too late for that," Frank said."What?" Alvin. "You see, after the first five years of married life, a gal becomes ripe for the picking. Her husband probably only fucks her once or twice a week, and usually that is just a quick screw that leaves the woman hanging in air, unsatisfied. Too many of those husbands think only of getting themselves off, and they forget about the needs of their wives. Those wives are sexually frustrated, and it only takes a man with the right approach to get in between their legs. Most of those women are looking. I wondered how it would feel in my mouth and over my tongue. To my surprise my dick started to lift off my balls in anticipation. Marnie was correct again. We sipped our drinks and ogled each other hungrily. Silently, Marnie threw a leg over each arm of her chair and glaring at us all through lidded eyes she began to finger herself. I stared blatantly at her spread, glistening cunt and the fingers stirring and poking at herself. Helen and Tim were transfixed as well. I took my dick in my hand.