I straddled her face and lowered my cum-filled pussy towards her mouth. Clint had pumped me full of his cum. He always loved me.I pressed her thighs a...art and stared at her pussy. A landing strip of black hair ran down to her shaved twat. Her pussy lips were tight, a hint of her inner lips peeking out, pink petals blossoming. I groaned in delight and buried my face into her pussy.I fluttered my tongue up and down her twat. She shuddered and groaned. Her hands grabbed my rump. She pulled me down. " Here let me get you another drink," I offered and I refilled her glass with a stronger mixture."So when did this all start?" I asked."About a year ago," she said, "right after we got married.I hadn't heard that she had re-married but then I hadn't heard anything about her at all."At first it was just a bit silly, fun even," she smiled weakly again, "dressing up and all, didn't hurt anybody." Dressing up?" I enquired."He used to buy me these outfits to wear," she said."What sort of outfits?" I. I remember when my mother picked up the phone. She happened to be engaged in a hot and heavy session with her lover from next door. I hear them having sex every day. I always listen outside her bedroom door, ever since I was little. I enjoyed listening to the bed banging into the wall, my mother’s ear blasting moans, and the neighbors grunting, and sometimes the slapping noises that go along with it. Lucky for my mother, she’s too old to get any call from the government. Married people have the. She had typed out a message before she realised that the girl would know it was from her and then would not reply to her message. The seventy-two-year-old logged out of her account and within half an hour had created a new one, just for the purpose of contacting Miss Olivia. Once she was satisfied, she copied and pasted her original message, read it through once more, took a deep breath and pressed “send.”“Hello Miss Olivia,I hope that you are well and are having a good day. I saw your details.