As I was swallowin' down the last of my coffee, she said, "I have a favor to ask, Richie. There are lots of things around here to do today but do you ...think we could get started on some driving lessons. I hate being stuck out here by myself and I'm thinking about buying a car. I talked to Mrs. Hancock, the school secretary and she said her mother has a '39 Ford sedan in pretty good shape that she wants to sell. I guess she's getting too old to drive it and just wants it out of her garage. I. “Just a couple of times,” said Charlie suddenly quite sheepishly. “With Bob and Sam.”—Charlie’s friends that he so often namechecked on Facebook—“Sam works near here. He’s a cashier at the Santander Bank on the high street.” “And you, Charlie?” asked Jane, as she sipped from her glass. “Where do you work?” “Erm,” he said. “I’m a back room kind of guy. I work in accounts. I’m a clerk for a small accounting firm. Bradshaw & Wilkins. You won’t have heard of them.” “Back room…?” “Yes,” said. "Ohhhhhh, God," she whispered. Her ass pushed up into my hands.I kept the pressure light, drawing out the tension. Frustrated, Amy arched her back, shoving her ass upwards. I looked down and was rewarded with the sight of her swollen pussy coming into view, her greedy fingers sliding between her lips and shining with arousal. My cock hardened to almost painful levels—this was fucking volcanic.Now that she had confessed her need, I allowed my fingers to knead deeply into the muscles of her ass.. "Is this getting to be too much for you, dearest wife?" I shook my head no. I realize I hadn't said much -- nothing -- as the two men began telling me of their agreement, but that's to be expected. I was in shock."He'll have his rules for you, for your behaviour and what's expected of you in the way of service. I'll also have a separate set of rules for you. Since we're married, the rules have to be different. Different situations call for such. The one thing we both expect from you at all.