Drying her hands on a dish towel she joins her oddly handsome spouse at the breakfast table. “I know, Ed. But this is the weekend that Alice’s mot...er is coming for a visit.” Trixie explains plaintively.“An even better reason for us to get out of town!” Ed Norton says, half k**dingly.“Oh, Ed!” Trixie admonishes, slapping her husband on the arm playfully. “I don’t know how Alice has put up with that man all these years. One minute Ralph is all loving husband and doting on Alice and the next he is. I followed right behind her like a little puppy dog.She wouldn’t even make out with me. She did however, let me kiss and suck her big tits for a couple of minutes before telling me get down there and eat her pussy. “And you’d better fucking get me off.”Gezzz, no pressure at all. I was however, able to make her cum. I loved the taste of her sweet, slick female cum. She didn’t even wait to get her breathing under control, “Now get up here and fuck me, and you’d better last longer this. "You like what yousee?" She asks."Oh god yes!" he whispers."What do you want?" You," he breathes.He's staring into her eyes, so lost in them that he hasn'tnoticed that she went from standing over him to kneeling beforehim. He gazes into them, not seeing the long fingernailsfuriously unbuckling his belt. The slender fingers tearing downhis boxer briefs. He feels, but does not see, the warmth as herhand wraps around his cock. Her eyes continue to dazzle as sheleans forward, her shiny red lips. . .’ The sentence trailed away while she drank some coffee. I raised a quizzical eyebrow at Gaynor and she said quietly: ‘Evan died a couple of years back, heart attack on a golf course in Spain.’ ‘Portugal,’ said Charlie quietly. ‘It was Portugal.’ Silence descended and I broke it. ‘Well, I’m sorry for you, losing a friend like that.’ Charlie looked at me. ‘Thanks, but at least he died doing something he liked doing. One of the things he liked, anyway.’ She smiled broadly, conspiratorially, at.