Asian couple sex chatting amiably amongst themselves, and mingling happily with several of the other clientele. uhn… Roger was smitten, and ended up asking her out by the end of the evening. yeah… Roger continued holding his wife’s head down to his crotch… Roger got out of the driver’s side, and walked around to the passenger side of the car, where his wife was standing. with his raging hard-on still sticking straight out from his unzipped pants… Feeling the squishy, gooey residue of the artist’s cum, Roger began sliding his finger in and out of his wife’s vagina… all set off perfectly by the short black skirt she was wearing. this look always got her tons of attention, which she loved… oh, yeah… and it didn’t hurt that her nipples were perpetually stiff, making obvious little bumps in the top of her form-fitting dress. yeah… pretty much. you’re as hard as a rock again!”
Roger grumbled, “Don’t change the subject”, as they turned into their driveway, and he pulled into the open garage… Lindsey had her eyes closed, and it was her grunting and moaning that Roger had heard when he first entered the room. Sometimes in the ladies room… slipped into the passenger seat, mumbling, “Sorry, hon…
