I smartly moving my finger in and out and while moving it out started putting her love cream on her libia and clit.whenever I moved my hand on her cli.... It was in and out ..in and out..while touching her and rubbing her clit.She holded my hand forced my finger in to her pussy and pointed me to let it like this, with other hand she held my dick. I unzipped my pants and my dick was making tent in my jockey. She pulled my jockey down and took my shaft out and started moving my foreskin up and. “Not just now?”“Yes, now. I need to tell you something,” she insisted, and it all came out in a rush, “I’ve met someone and we have been living together for most of this year.”“Oh,” was all Rodney could say.“And he helped me to decide to try again with you. His wife died a long time ago, but I was more of a servant than a partner to him.”“Oh, so he doesn’t want you back then?”“Not that. He wants me to be happy and he ... we thought you were my best chance at that.”“Who is he. Do I know. After that I will sit with you and tell you what I found.” He gave me the shots then sat in the chair next to the bed. “You are pretty torn up inside, but there is no permanent damage except for your clitoris, I am afraid it has been torn and will probably heal but will always be quite sensitive. I understand that Snake is talking to your father and will be making arrangements to get you to a hospital, I will stay with you until then.” As the drugs took effect I drifted off, sleeping heavily. She is not gorgeous, just plain decent looking lady. She is the type that talks often about sex but I often wonder if she is just all talk? I have run different scenarios in my head and almost think that the best scenario is to lay it all on the line. Ask to see her after work and tell her up front about my fantasy and tell her that I want her to fulfill it. Remind her how long she has been married and that both of are in a similar situation. We would meet for drinks. She is dressed in a skirt.