Ronnie grabbed for his belt buckle, undid it, and skinned the mug jeans down to his knees, taking his legs as they fell the rest of the way. He ware a pair of tight white torts underneath, and it was incredible how those shorts had managed to restrain his cock as long as they had. He was sporting an erection that looked really big, pushing out the tight white cloth. Joanne taught, it can't be too big. Not the way she kit, not the way she needed it. Drunk or not, she had to have him, and she didn't understand how she'd been able to go as long as she had without a man, a real man. She remembered the plastic substitute she'd used on herself this morning. God, she thought, did I really do that? Me? She shivered in a moment of self-disgust, but her eyes drifted again toward the bay's crotch and she felt only her need, the burning, wanting lust that simmered inside her. It had simmered inside her for so long it had scared her, but she wasn't scared any longer, not at all.

Ronnie put his thumbs in the waistband of his tons, jerked until the tip of his stiff rod tapered out, and she moved toward him, letting her dress fall as she moved. She stepped out of the fallen heap of yellow, moved her feet twice more, and she was standing in front of him.

All she wore under her dress was the special outfit she'd put together with the intention of seducing her husband back to love today: a lilac garter belt, trimmed in crinkly lace, and a pair of black mesh stockings. The garter straps framed her chestnut-fuzzed twat and she worked her thighs together until she felt the sure, telltale moisture beading between her labes, starting to leak out and dampen the curly hairs of her bush.

Ronnie had frozen in position, the fat ruby head of his cock sticking out above his partly lowered shorts. Joanne came closer, leaned her face toward his. She kissed his mouth, kissed him hungrily, her tongue working into his mouth, and at the same time one of her hands shot toward his crotch and she trapped his prick between thumb and forefinger. She gave it a pinching squeeze of affection as she thrust her tongue into his mouth, and he put his arms around her, tight, grasping, ready. The two of them leaned sideways and fell onto the bed, still kissing, still touching.