Knew I was a complete slut, but now he witnessed it. I could see his eyes widening as he fully beheld me as a slut. A nasty whore. He licked his lips,...his hands rubbing on his jeans as his dick swelled hard.Just feeling his eyes on me made my pussy so hot. I groaned and shuddered as Jalal sucked on my clit. I stared at Daddy as the pleasure exploded through me. My pussy convulsed and spasmed. Juices gushed out of me as I writhed.“Yes, yes, yes, Jalal, you’re so good at that. Ooh, that’s. She had ditched her abusive jerk of a husband, played for a year, and settled on her high school sweetheart from 20 years before. The problem for them was he lived half way across the country on the east coast, while she (and we) lived in the middle of the country. They aren’t rich or even well-off, so visits are few and far between. We worked close to one another, she and I, we had lunches, and with those lunches came more private discussions. She needed to talk due to the distance and. It was then that he noticed something else... there was no pussy hair anywhere to be seen. This had an even greater impact on him and made his cock still harder. He could only surmise that she kept herself shaved because of the incredibly skimpy bathing suits the young people wore these days. Trying hard to concentrate on the business at hand, Bill scooped up another, smaller amount of Vaseline and reapplied it to her spread ass. He rubbed it all over her tight, wrinkled little anus. He could. "Talk to me," he said quietly. "I think you've got things to tell me. Or shall I guess?"I nodded."No," I said. "Not exactly." Tell me, then," he said tenderly. "It's okay. No one will know about this and it's an opportunity to have an... enjoyable time. Get something off your chest. Or maybe I'll wank on your chest, would you like that?"Suddenly I was seized by a reckless urge."Yes, I would like you to wank on my chest," I spurted. "And I would like to suck your cock and lick your arse and I.