I looked over at him with innocent eyes and continued until my hand was gripping his growing cock through his trousers. He gasped initially but contin...ued to concentrate on the road. I could tell in his eyes that he would struggle to say no to me – he always had and I could guess he wanted to know what I would do next and how far I would let this voyeurism go. It was still quite light outside on that summer evening, so I slowly moved my hand up my thigh and pulled down my French knickers, lacy. Kim was on form, flashing her stocking tops at every opportunity and even sloppily kissing a couple of guys late in the evening; which shocked me. We were both pretty drunk on the taxi ride home and Kim's dress rose up her thighs quite quickly giving me and the driver a good look at her stocking tops and occasionally her panties, plus when she bent forward to pick up her bag I couldn't help looking at her boobs and pretty pink nipples; which made me blush.Ian was waiting up when we arrived at. Even more exciting than she has had with some men and way more sexually satisfying than she has ever had with me, as her husband.It’s bad enough sitting or standing before a group of strangers. Listening to my wife explain how inadequate I am in bed. How she needs the help of others to fill her many and varied sexual desires. That is embarrassing enough. That is until either the stranger offers or she asks the strangers to help do tings her chaste husband cannot do. In the sex field that is.. Carla Collins calmly stood in front of her mother and after sighing deeply, took the stunned woman's head in her hands and guided her mouth to her gaping sex while ordering, "Okay, bitch, now take care of Carla's big clitty for her, suck it, and I mean fucking now!!!"Britt had never seen the look that was on her mother's face at that very moment, whether it was resignation or revulsion, she couldn't be quite sure, but whatever it was couldn't save her from towering blonde with the huge chest.