y family was at a wedding, and we were winding down. All a little drunk, we'd had a fantastic evening in a strange town.Selena, my wife, dragged her hand across the seams of my grey suit pants. A thin layer of fine woollen fabric separated her soft, gentle hand from my strong upper thigh.The starched, pure white tablecloth hid the sins occurring underneath.My parents, sister, and her husband were none the wiser as the easy back-and-forth conversations rolled in like the slowly encroaching tide, wave after wave of laughter slowly rolling us all into an easy state of relaxation.Selena and I had started texting instructions to each other when we were out.Earlier that night she'd sent me a message reading, "I want to touch you during dinner." She certainly had. I'd been teased into a full erection as she'd rubbed her hand all over my cock. During the speeches, she'd undone my zipper and stroked me under the table.She had my fully engorged cock in her hand. Rolling her fingers over m
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