'Jen, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cumming!' I warned her desperately. Jen really took advantage of my heightened state by tracing her fingertips over my stomach, arms, tops of my thighs and over the rounds of my butt. It had been a while since Jen had teased me like this and never with a blindfold so I savored the anticipation. My dick was jerking madly, straining to feel Jen's touch. "What about me?" Marcus looked at his wife with curiosity. "What do you mean, what about me?" "Just a thought," he said putting a finger to his forehead, as if about to state a scientific or a medical revelation. 'So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow,' I said, a little sheepishly. 'Breathing,' she chuckled. I looked at her straight face and finally said, "What? Are you being serious?" Just after she stopped, I carefully lifted her and stood up with my arms under her thighs and my hands gripping her ass cheeks. Her long legs and high heels were dangling in the air behind my back. I bend down and give you another quick kiss before I start pumping inside you. You're just starting to lose yourself in the rhythm of our
**** when you feel something on your clit that pulls you out of your reverie. At first you think it's my fingers but then you notice how soft and wet it is, and how it's moving in a way that suggests far more flexibility than fingers would have. Steve looked at me and said, "What took you so long?" Jen now sat back on her hands, chest out, kicking her legs absently. Her face was still a little puffy from the tears, but in every other respect Jen was as giddy as schoolgirl.