With her head thrown back she continued with her enticing display, softly moaning repeatedly."I need to be fucked by lots of black cock!"It was almost...impossible to keep attention on the road ahead with her own personal sex show in full swing. We overtook quite a few Lorries whose drivers got a sneak peak at my slut wife stroking her naked pussy. At one set of traffic lights the lorry driver looked into our car staring at my wife pleasure herself. The dirty slut looked at the driver, with one. ......" "Mike drained his scotch and water and nervously moved directly in front of the still seated woman, who with slightly shaking hands reached out to undo his pants!!!While she was undoing his trousers, Mike couldn't help but notice that she seemed as nervous as he was, so in a soft voice he asked, "Here, let me help you with that, this top catch is a little bit tricky," as he gently pushed her hands away and undid his trousers for her!!! "Thank you, Mike," she whispered hoarsely, while. ..' over her shoulder. She hurtled out the door, leaving us with the dog, who looked her mournful self at not getting to go for a walk as well.Sam looked at me in a wheedling way. A way that said she knew she was going to get round me so why didn't I just give in and do what was being asked - by both her and my just departed wife. I had now had time to think about it a little and in the end thought I might as well give in gracefully - I'd never hear the end of it otherwise."OK Sam - you win -. ” Julie admitted.“Right.” Helen nodded. “What’s the most expensive place in town? We’ll start there.”“Metropolitan Grill‘s open.” Julie said, taking out her emerald green iPad.“Do they take reservations?” Helen said, getting up and walking toward the balcony door.“Yeah.”“Perfect. Don’t make one. Call’s going through, just a sec.” Helen started walking toward the master bedroom, speaking Russian to someone, presumably the Boris she’d just mentioned. I turned to Julie.“Do you know what she’s got.