The sensation of his hard cock in her hand and the excitement soon dampened her anger, her stroking became more loving than hating.The sensation of his hard cock in her hand and the excitement soon dampened her anger, her stroking became more loving than hating. When he extended his hand and cupped her quivering titties, she sighed, bold now that his other hand began to caress her flanks and hips, fondling her ass. Now both hands at his groin, Susan stroked more softly, then swung one silky leg across his body to straddle his hips, her slippery hot pussy near his cock. .. Harry's hand surreptitiously moved over the silken flesh of Lisa's upper thigh in the living room, while her husband was getting ready to slip his hard prick into Susan's waiting pink cunt in the locked bedroom. "Harry, don't put your fingers up too high there, somebody might see." "If you'd get the lights a little lower in here, no one could see anything," his petulant voice murmured at her. "How about just flickering fire light, would that help?" Lisa grinned at her office manager. "That would help fine. Let's get a fire going!" "I know where you'd like to get a fire going, but are you enough fireman to reel out enough hose to put the fire out later?" Lisa giggled at Harry. Harry's hand grabbed Lisa's, pulled it to his lap, pressing her fingers against his groin. The sensuous blond's fingers wiggled, feeling the hot bar of Harry's sex, swollen and hard. "That's feels like enough hose to put out the Chicago Fire, and have a little left over. Now let's get a fire started, in the fireplace." The two moved to the fireplace, Lisa squirting liquid fire starter over the kindling at the base of the oak logs, striking a long match, applying the match to the fireplace. Quickly the fire started, the flames sweeping to envelope the small oak logs, setting off a crackling sound as the flames turned the kindling to red coals under the logs. |