I can’t stand any more of mother’s nagging and her lies. She’s ruined my Christmas.”I had nothing else to do, and the trains would be scarce i... they ran at all.“OK,” I said. “I need to get dressed and then it’s about an hour.”“Thank you, you’ve no idea.”“You can tell me all about it on the way back, see you soon.”When I arrived she was waiting outside the gates with her bag. She piled in and we were off. She vented her frustration half the time of the journey.The essence was that her mother. But would he remember her when his magnificent cock entered her. She was determined to make him remember.Verity's impending contract end made every man who had ever touched her or been touched by her want to be the one who took her virginity. Several times men had come close to entering her but she had drawn their cocks to her panty front and rubbed it against her clit until they both came. The shiny soft silk against her skin providing the friction needed to ejaculate over her hot little. This lifted her feet off my back, but she brought one leg down and placed her calf on the back of my head. I think her intent was to push with it, but she didn't really have any leverage left. Barbara wiggled, twisted, and moaned, “Aaahhh, oohhh that feels so good,” as I continued to use my tongue, she shifted to a slow forward and backward motion that moved my tongue up and down her slit. When I got to her clit she whimpered, “Ooohhh yeah, oohhh God, oohhh don’t stop.” Then she bent forward. She sounds so good… if I wasn’t witnessing the death of my marriage I would be dripping wet, unable to pull my clothes off fast enough to join them.. Listening to her on the verge of tears as he strokes her deep yet gently… he’s so intense when he’s fucking. I know what she’s feeling.. with every stroke I can almost feel it myself… but she is not me… and I don’t know who she is or why she’s in my bed with my husband. My heart is crushed. I can’t breathe, I can’t see. I didn’t even see her face..