Krown."Are you asleep, David?" she whispered."No!" I answered quickly. It was dark and I could barely make out the shadow of my fantasy woman there in...the doorway. "Mind if I come in?" She asked."No. Of course not, Mrs. Krown." I sat up in the bed. All I had on was a pair of underwear. I kept the covers over me as I shimmied up, head rested against the headboard. Mrs. Krown walked over to the bed and sat down beside me. She stroked her hand through my hair and whispered softly to me, "Thank. For a few minutes Im their disoriented plaything, but eventually I gain enough composure to look up at Mandy while Im eating her out. I notice something unusual about her. She looks commanding and controlling, but also slightly mischievous. She still has her wine glass in her hand, which seems to accentuate her lust for indulgence. Her eyes are menacing. They are crisp, sharp, and focused, and she peers into me, smirking like a mad Queen, hedonistically drinking wine while she pompously watches. I was now armed with my new expertise, which amounted to briefly licking the older woman's snatch and even more briefly penetrating her before losing control and spraying my spunk around like an idiot. But I had done it. I had had sex. I had had my face in Mrs Hubert's crotch and smelled her up close.And even at point-blank range, she didn't smell as good as Mandy did on my finger. In retrospect, I suppose it's one of the blessings of youth, one of those gifts we don't realise we have until. We had done some d**gs that give guys marathon hardons, and kinky thoughts. Scot had never done anything with another guys girl, or considered it because of his gentlemanly personality. He had a solid dislike for my ex wife, and part of what got him to agree to doing it was a grudge he had with her. It was under the guise of showing him why I had stayed married to her, and since she was working as an escort anyway. I started groping her to prove to both of us that she was passed out, then Scott.