She leaned back and put her hands on my legs behind her, still rubbing her pussy on my cock, I leaned forward and started licking and sucking her nipp...les, one of her hands moved back around and she began to massage her clit, I sat back and placed my hands on her hips, watching her grind down on my cock and rubbing her clit harder and faster, she muttered, almost there, she began going even faster and harder and then she raised herself up slightly, opened her pussy wide with her fingers and then. It was a typical country farmhouse. There were wide steps leading up to the front door surrounded on both sides by a wraparound porch with swings at the ends. All of the windows were lit up from within and you could see glimpses of delicate lace curtains that were pulled back on both sides. There was a definite homey feeling to the house – warmth that beckoned weary travelers to come inside. Even the huge oak tree that covered one side of the house seemed to welcome them as they parked under it. His wife’s panty was lying on the floor which made his heart race. Why did she have to remove it? Then again he scolded himself for doubting her and blamed himself. “I was so sleepy that my wife had to masturbate to please herself. No matter, I’ll make up with her now.”He turned to her and climbed over her. Then he lifted her gown and touched her vagina and felt dried cum on it. “Must be her own lubrication from masturbating” he concluded and inserted his hard penis inside her which slowly. Once she caught her breath, she asked. “Do... Do you ever come?” He chuckled. “You just tell me where you want it.” “Wait. I need a moment. I need a drink.” Summoning up her strength, she sat up over her knees again and lifted off his cock. The hard organ slapped against his body as she whimpered from the friction of him slipping free. He pulled his legs out from under her, allowing her first to sit, then recline. Reveling in the afterglow, she watched him walk over to her desk – muscles.