chuckling at the obvious pomposity on display… in a bit of shock… then the two of them continued wandering amongst the exhibits… heavy and round, yet perky and wobbly… bouncing off the walls of the closed garage. uhn… In a guilty haze, Lindsey kept sucking on her husband’s stiff hard-on… Lindsey rocked her hips, grinding her engorged clitoris against her husband’s rigid shaft, and blurted, “Oh, shit, hon… yeeeeaaaahhhhh… Meanwhile, Lindsey had grabbed some paper towels from a roll sitting on the work bench, and quickly wiped between her legs a few times to clean up Claude’s spunk, mumbling, “That’ll have to do.”
She pulled her panties back up… in fact, he hadn’t joined her on any of her ‘artsy fartsy’ forays, as he called them, for the past eight or nine years. I hope you didn’t mind waiting.”
With a knowing smile on his face, Roger replied, “Sure…