M. I get a little sad as I realize our Friday fun was probably a fluke. Mrs M. is continuing to talk but unfortunately, my inner monologue overrode he... just as my attraction for her had done all semester. I shake my head and listen intently. "So as I was saying my husband is a grade A asshat. He doesn't do shit but complain about how tired he is and doesn't give me the attention I crave, being with him is a waste of my sexual talent. By the way while we are in here you can call me Lindsey, but. ” “Where have I heard that before? Line from a movie wasn’t it?” Her eyes betrayed nothing, showing only an innocence that the words belied.There was an obvious double entendre there, but Jon ignored it He watched the dog leave its new friends to come trotting to the bench they shared, it’s tail wagging in pleasure sending it in a wobbling motion from the force of the appendage. The nearer the dog got, the more it became apparent that this animal was really not something you might call pretty.. This woman was about the identical sizes to his much-wanted mother, give or take a little, and she was showing him her whole fantastic body clad like any of the women in ‘Fiestas’ wives. He stood mouth agape, not quite knowing what to do. Her voice quietly and with authority saying that if he wanted… he could touch… oh how he wanted that… but he was still hesitant, years of knowing ladies bodies were taboo held him back, her hands took his and lifted them to the, until now forbidden goals of. I ammmm cccummming” I drank her juices.She climbed on me and I felt her crucifix on me. She said “I need a good sin for my next confession, I m a good religious girl”. Then she asked me to 69 her and to fuck her ass before her pussy, so I got some lubrication and prepared her ass and my cock, I grabed her aist and began to slowly push my cock up her ass, and began our anal fuck. She enjoyed it and had two more orgasms. I caressed her legs, her breasts, her neck, her head .. she was a great.