I slide my finger in, spreading my legs. She unbuttons her skirt, as it falls to the floor revealing a white lace thong and a garter belt holding up h...er sheer stockings. She seductively slips her thumbs into the waist band of her panties, then slides one hand down to her crotch. My finger slips easily into my love hole, a place only my hand of my husband have ever been. I feel the warm dampness, the heat of my yearning. My finger slides in slowly, my thumb resting on my clitoris as it hardens. ” He thrust in. “OOOHH! GOD YES!” I was still sensitive from when I came earlier and having that fine piece of meat enter me felt exquisite. He was controlled, he was urgent, he was gentle, he was good. He kept me in the throws of orgasmic bliss for what seemed like ages before he finally joined me, releasing blast after thick blast of his man cream into my womb. When we calmed down from our mutual high, he leaned down and kissed me. “That’s what we’ll use for September.” “What?” I asked not. His heart pounded with trepidation. And not a little arousal. This afternoon's... hallucination or whatever had been the most terrifyingly erotic thing he'd ever seen, and while it had made him so horny he'd had to go beat off in the boy's room before leaving school, he had no intention of repeating the experience.Not that he thought he'd be able to stop it if it happened again; this afternoon had been accompanied by the most overwhelming sense of helplessness he'd ever had. It was as if his. It had been a long time - over a couple years since she had had a lover. And she knew she wanted Bill. She was pretty sure the feeling was mutual.And she was right. As soon as she started talking, Bill started losing himself in her eyes. But when she offered to help him out, at her place even, he popped back into reality. Looking at Miss Jones closely, he could see that smoldering in her eyes grow into a fire and a glance at her chest showed her nipples almost bursting through her shirt..