<em>"Still feelin' it, Terry?  You're gonna get to play there soon." </em>Patti spoke in quiet murmurs, those glimmering eyes quite content to linger upon the sight of her husband and his new plaything.  Kat was a cute one alright, and given the way that Geoff was going at her she could tell that cute, younger look got to him.  Any married woman in her thirties knew the way a man's mind worked- Younger was always better, and she could appreciate that he occasionally got to get his fill.  Even better, Kat seemed to be getting hers.  To keep Terry's attention from settling too intently on the sight ahead, Patti went on.<em>"That's good.  Why don't you start lubing me up?  We'll probably have to use the real stuff, but it's a start.  Feels kinda good anyway.  Do you like rubbing my nasty pussy?"</em><br/><br/><em>"Ohhh-nnn!!!  Geoff!" </em>That aforementioned pressure was quickly rising.  The more Geoff bore down upon his young lover, the more intensity filled her ecstasy-stricken countenance.  Soon those curling toes were pinching at the well worn skin of his lower back, silken calves squeezing along the sides as she exerted a sort of hug.  There was a momentum now - a real rhythm - and where he'd been taking such special care to touch her in all the right places before; his hips seemed to piston almost mechanically now.  He gave her a true pounding in every sense of the word, and the burst of passion with which she kissed him was a sure sign that she loved it.  Her deft tongue delved forward in an instant, probing into his mouth even as she hungrily swallowed his taste.