Back row at the movie theater, two hours in the hot tub, men's bathroom at the pizza place, all the classics. He leaned against the kitchen table and ...laughed. "Did you see the way she kept grinding up against me? I couldn't beat her off with a stick." How do you know?" I stacked the last plate in the draining board and spun around, leaning back against the sink and crossing my arms over my chest. He hadn't been finished, I could tell by the way his brows drew down as he looked at me, but I. A glance in his direction revealed that his mouth hung open in an expression of perplexity but his eyes seemed to burn with something else something intoxicating, something that made her acutely aware of the rude but sensuous way her skirt was caressing her ass crackAnd the titillating breath of the climate-controlled air around her bare ankles and she finished in just a minute, as promised, and handed him the form. Since she knew it by heart, having rehearsed it over and over in her mind last. Its all good, let's get kinky and throw our inhibitions out the door. I'f none understands that's too bad. They're crazy, it's our bodies, we should enjoy them, nothing's taboo At this point. I been lonely as long as you, let's do it and do it again and then again if you want. I can go all night if you want, yes, I'm that horny and hot. If she comes home early she can join us, maybe if she'd lighten up a little she'd enjoy pleasure again. I'll handle her I'f she catches you playing with your. Slow, slow I have to remind myself, no need to hurry or rush. My hand moves more smoothly as pre-cum lubricates the condom, the chair creaking softly as I try to settle back relaxing. She’s moved again her back to me as she looks coyly over her shoulder with a wicked gleam in her eyes daring me to reach out and touch her. I can almost feel her muscles moving just under the skin as she leans back at my touch. The next picture captures my attention, she’s in the shower and I can hear her.