Needless to say, concentration on other things is not working. With each thrust, you would flick my piercing with your tongue. When I’m about halfway home, I receive a picture text from her. When you reached the door, you turned around and whispered, ‘You owe me’. He got his, but I need mine, completely now. I give my pussy one final caress as if to say, “Four more hours Kitty and he will be home”. I get into my car, still feeling the wetness between my legs. You winked, as you walked out of the cooler. I know he is watching the clock and is trying to conceal a raging cock. I definitely didn’t want it being used for the salad today. I figured that it was the One, when I saw the small pool of oil on the floor where it stood. It has a mind of its own. I reach between my legs and give my clit one more caress to maybe calm myself a bit. I know he is watching the clock and is trying to conceal a raging cock.
