It was quite near Christmas and I was going through one of my many phases of living with her. I had been to a works night out and decided to go home e...rly and surprise her. However I wasn't shocked or surprised to find her out on the lash. When I entered the living room there was a group of six teenagers( boys and girls) sitting on the floor in a circle in various states of undress. None of them naked but they all had some clothes missing. I guessed right away the were playing some truth or. I ask her " I thought you're asleep already" she said "oopps sorry, Im so thirsty i came out looking for some cold water" i took the pleasure of serving her and the asked her about the problem shes crying about her husband, she answered "better not talk about him Im so pissed off just reminding him" I dont know what came out of me but Im trying to drive her on me. i said to her "your just to beautiful to let him ruin you" then she hug me tightly and cried. At first i feel like also a friend to. It does look good on my naked tanned body I muse as I look in the mirrors. And my arse does look good with my arse cheeks highlighted by the thin g-string.“What about this little backless black dress? Is it too short?”“Perfect baby, you look very fuckable. Though remember what Coco Chanel always said, remove one item before you make your entrance,” Roger tells me as he lifts my skirt and slides my g-string down over my ankles and glides a finger along my already aroused cunt lips.“Hello Sarah,. Shall we dress?” “Hell no!” Grinning from ear to ear she pushed me back onto my chair and sat in my lap, facing me, her legs on either side and her wet pussy sliding down over my hard prick. “Aaah!” she breathed, then gave me a long French kiss. “You do have a bigger cock than your father,” she whispered into my mouth, “I almost feel like a virgin again.” It was awkward trying to talk with a mouthful of her tongue but I managed to mumble, “You’re tight enough to be a virgin, and dammit, I’m.