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"I heard Jesse roll over in bed and I looked down the hole in the wall. He was silhouetted against the brightest in the room, I still had no ideas how he slept with the curtains open, and I felt hot lust run through me at the sight of him. Jesse's profile was soft and innocent in the half light squint."Fine, but only if you come running."Now it was my turn to thump no on the wall."You scared of running Maxie?" Fine," I hated running, but if it helped get Jesse out of the house, I'd do it, "Meet me out front in twenty minutes."I chose what I thought would work for running in the snow. Muck boots, tracksuit, t-shirt, hoodie and beanie. Everything was black, except the hoodie, which was bright orange and emblazoned ith the legend of the local universities ski and snow board club. It had been Paul's.Jesse laughed when he saw me. He wore a zip up tracksuit in burgundy with a gold-yellow thermal shirt. His washboard abdomen half blinded me."You ready?" Jesse jogged on the spot and I nodded,. I then attempted to lift her skirt to expose her pussy but she quicky grabbed the skirt to hold it down. In a wisper I asked her if she wanted the fantasy to come true or not and after about a minute of thinking she released the skirt and I slid it up past her hips exposing her pussy. I then applied gentle pressure to the inside of her thighs spreading her legs as I lifted her leg closest to me over my thigh. This allowed me good access to play with her pussy and when I first touched it I found it was soaking wet with excitement. As expected, when I looked over at the man sitting one seat from my wife he wasnt watching the movie any longer he was watching my wife and I. As I continued to rub and finger fuck my wifes pussy she was bouncing around in her seat with her head back and eyes closed. I could tell she was close to an orgasm. Just then the stranger in our row moved to the seat next to my wife and in a low wisper asked if he could play with my girls pretty pussy too. I removed.
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