I right away started to feel the tingle letting me know that the trip to orgasm had begun. “Oh, fuck! Anal sex I heard the hum of her car and then it faded away. Her: Are you home now? She pulled off her little panties and crawled up onto me. I heard rustling around, and I looked down and saw that she was pulling her dress up over her head and kicking off her shoes. She was moving her hand with her mouth increasing the contact she could get on my shaft. She quivered on top of me for a few more seconds, and then she placed my hands above my head, and she crawled down off me. Her head was tucked down watching herself fuck. I went to move my hands down to her hips and as I was moving them, she once again grabbed me by the wrists. She would get on top and grind herself to a finish from time to time but never take charge of the whole event. There were times when my wife would take charge in the bedroom but never quite like this.
