I knew that look and knew that the tension of the three of us standing in that tight circle, talking openly about her breasts was making her wet. I jumped in again "not that I blame you, buddy I pretty much can't stop myself from staring at my wife's tits most of the time, right baby?"Catie laughed out loud - that way she does when she's thinking dirty - that way she does to let me know she knows what's going on."Shut up" she said, "you're embarrassing me" she was blushing a little and I knew it was not from embarrassment.
"I'm just messing with you" he was still a little shocked and not sure what to say. "I said take a picture, man, it'll last longer!" I smiled and nudged John a bit. I had angled my way around Catie and the three of us were in a tight triangle wedged between the wall and fridge.Catie has clearly heard what I said and she gave me that look of surprise and mischief. What was that?" John stammered, instantly blushing.
“We’re actually booked for next month.” She. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice barely audible. Lisa returned in less than a minute and handed the papers to the man. We watched, fascinated, nobody saying a word as the impressions rushed in on us. Let’s first check,” he suggested in a weary voice. “Have I done it again?” she asked after a deep breath. She looked dumbfounded, then visibly shrank, her happy aura dissolving. “Please could you bring our paperwork for the booking.” His tone sounded oddly resigned. “Yes? Oh, hi,” she said as she spotted us. A cute looking woman in shorts and a slight T-shirt appeared at the door. “Lisa,” he suddenly shouted, making me jump. The man looked at it for a few seconds, but I got the impression he was trying to control himself rather than actually looking at the paper. “Look, I’ve got the paperwork right here.” He fetched it out from the car and showed it to us, our names and the date clearly printed there. After a short wait outside, we were seated in a raised area with a good view of the stage. I heard the shower turn off so I returned them and scooted out of her room.We took her car downtown because of the night chill and made our way to the blues club on the north side of the city. Evidently, the vibrations from the Harley, the excitement of the day, the prospects for an evening on the town combined with the fact that she hadn't had sex with anyone since her husband had left her, all combined to cause her to deposit huge amounts of pussy juice in her panties. I carefully noted their position so I could return them correctly, then I picked them up and smelled them.
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