Bazza lifted Helen up almost carrying her up the stairs then into her master bedroom before gently putting her down on the bed, they kissed passionate...y while fondling each other’s body. Bazza made the major move and started undressing slut wife Helen, pulling down her dress zipper as he slid it off with ease, Helen lay just in her pink bra and thongs, whilst Bazza pulled off his top and the wife unzipped his jeans, before to long the hot mom Helen was naked along with her lover Bazza. Bazza. “I know I won’t.” I said. Once downtown I found a liquor store and bought a bottle of wine, then we found a grocery store and bought bread, cheese, crackers, a few sweets and some other goodies to complete our picnic basket. Back in the truck I again headed south to find the water. It did not take long to find a secluded spot just off the public walkway by the water. I removed a blanket from the truck and our supplies and we settled down together. Eating and drinking we laughed and flirted with. “It’s a convenient way to pay bribes; once a month I get around four of them as well as a couple of the guys from immigration. Right now a couple of the wives are pregnant so they’re shut off. I’m just taking care of a basic human need and they appreciate it.”I went on to explain that [the cop] had visited me the previous weekend and the load I was leaking had probably been saved since then. Tonight he’d been very horny, very excited and fucked me fast and hard. I was nothing more than a. He heard her getting up. “No peeking,” she warned. “I won’t,” he agreed. He heard the rustle of cloth, then she stepped closer so that her legs pressed against his. He felt her fingers brush his chin, then they were beneath his nose. “Sniff,” she ordered in a quiet voice. He did. And instantly, every nerve in his body was on fire. He knew that smell. But no, that couldn’t be it. He was smelling something that only smelled similar. That had to be it. It coldn’t really be the smell of… Of pussy..