Hot and flushed, her dress crumpled, she squeezed in to take a seat beside me once more. The mere suggestion of hearing about her little escapade made me semi-hard in an instant and I couldnt wait to get her back to the hotel. Yet Kelly evidently had other ideas. Not here! I scolded as she reached beneath the table to stroke my cock through the shorts. Ignoring my plea, she gently massaged my balls, working her fingers around the nutsack. Kelly! I protested weakly. Yet there was no way I was going anywhere with such a conspicuous hard-on and she knew it, teasing me with her tongue as it encircled her lips, before she began the recital: Darling, I was walking to the toilet when I felt someone come up behind me. It took my breath away… Our eyes met, Kellys still full of lust like a lingering ember. Oh God, I exhaled. Go on. My wife grinned, able to feel expertly with a sure hand the effect her words were having on me. I cant believe what he did! He cupped both my arse cheeks and. As the pizza delivery guy pulls up on his moped Rita walks downstairs and moves to sit on the sofa as I get up. I go to the back door and take delivery of the pizza, walking straight back into the living room. Rita looking revitalised has spread herself out on the sofa, her feet tucked under her legs and her pussy just covered by her knees. Her fantastic breasts stare out towards me as she looks expectantly towards the pizza box. “Hungry?” “Starving, I could eat a horse!” she replies. I pull a small table before us and sit on the sofa next to her. Without talking we take our time eating the pizza and drinking the coke that has come free with it. Once sated we sit back and just look at each other. “How is your bottom?” I ask as she seems to be sat on her side a bit more that would be normal. “A bit raw, I could do without that again in a hurry.” She smiles as she tells me. “Well don’t be late next time or I will have to do it again,” I reply as I smile back. I allow my eyes to once.
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