One man had both hands in his lap, moving, but before Lisa could see if he had his prick out, she was past him, not wanting to stop and look back.One man had both hands in his lap, moving, but before Lisa could see if he had his prick out, she was past him, not wanting to stop and look back. The sleek bodied housewife looked for the ladies rest room sign. Leaving the rest room, Lisa walked to the top of the stairs, slowly swinging her hips as she climbed, glancing at the men as she passed, entering the rear row. The lascivious blonde haired wife looked down at the lap of the man who had been seated to her right. She slowed as she brushed by his knees, waited for him to stand up, pressing her firmly curved ass against him as he stood to let her pass. Bill always said that her ass was her best attribute, looking like a cantaloupe melon cut in two and glued to her buttocks. The day that Bill had made that comment, was the day she'd stopped sculpting her ass. Lisa imagined that she could feel the swelling bulge of the man's prick against her firm ass as she slithered slowly past squirming her buttocks over and against his groin. She paused, pressing her ass harder against him, squirming slightly, teasing him with the firm roundness of her buttocks, pleased with the feeling of sexual excitement growing in her loins. "Thank you," she whispered as she smiled in the dim light. After sitting by her husband, she again looked over at the man, noticing now that he had both hands in his lap, covering his groin. |