My whole body was buzzing, and my mouth ran dry, requiring multiple trips to the water drinking fountain so my tongue wouldn't rip my lips off. And e...ach time I did so, she just paced... Back and forth. Turning around, rising up to the tips of her toes, lifting her ass, looking at herself (and whoever else). At one point, she faked a 'hello' to someone in the distance but I looked, and no one was there. She just wanted to make a move in my view. It was weird but it was also a huge rush. . Of course she's still hanging around that tramp Trish. I take it the other woman is your wife Marge." I didn't know she was coming here tonight. She just said it was a girls' night out. Have you ever seen her here before?" To be honest, I did. It was a couple of weeks ago. I came to see Barb but she's not with them tonight."Rob, I'm going to be honest with you. If your marriage is on some rocky ground then this place won't help it. It helped end my marriage. Let me explain."Cindy and I thought. Her legs fell apart and she drew her knees up towards her chest, I moved down and proceeded to apply gentle pressure to her pussy with my fingers.Soon Anita produced her own natural nectar which lubricated her perfectly. She produced so much this morning that there was an accompanying squelching noise as I introduced two fingers in search of her hidden 'G' spot.I continued to apply an upwards circular pressure and she shook her head from side to side as a monumental orgasm approached.I leant. I felt her cunt lips open against my mouth and juices inundated my face. I had her liquid on my cheeks, my nose, my chin, even in my eyes. The little tart had come in my face. I lapped it all up. Then something broke « down there » and I felt myself squirting – something I never remembered doing. It was like pissing. I squirted all over her face which was pinned between my thighs. When it was over, I rolled off her and we sat up side by side facing each other. Angie’s blonde hair was wet and.