I was holding her in my arm and her legs were holding my legs. I slowly took one of my hands in her jacket and then slowly into her T-shirt. I could s...ill remember the moment I put my hands on her boobs it was hard and nipples were erect. I told her that she was a horny girl to which she bit me on my neck and told me that I was a big time player. Now we knew what to do. I opened her jacket T-shirt bra and she was all open in front of me. It was her time she took my pants off and then underwear.. The thought really appealed to me and I kept finding myself looking at various local advert type websites which included Craigslist when it still ran personal ads to see what was available in my area, the only problem I had was finding a reason to be out of the house and away from the wife for several hours.One day while feeling particularly horny I came across an advert, including pictures, for someone who offered naked massages from his home on the outskirts of London and close to a relative. "Okay. I'll start slow and use my tongue first" she informed me. With that, she gently ran her tongue around her luscious curving lips that were a little red from the lipstick she had placed upon them which added to the glow and shine of her face.She ungrasped my cock from within her hand, and just carefully held it positioned upright - although it didn't really need much help to stand upright on it's own anyway, using her finger and thumb. She leaned forward, as her tongue protruded from. ..Slice .... Megan held her breath ... No pain. Good. Tug .... Slice.... Tug... slice. As she zoned out into an inner peace she felt a hot wet cloth being placed over her mound and over her pussy. She breathed deep and slow, savouring the sensations that were gripping her body and pulsing around her soul. The cloth was removed, and a hot soapy foam was applied by a soft brush, rubbed in in small circular motions. Megan sighed as the foam was applied along her outer lips. Trust, trust , trust.