She is 30 years ago,divorced and lives about 30 minutes away in Livingston. I've confided her inthe past and she always told me if I had a serious pro...lem to call her at once.Fortunately she was home and urged me to come over right away. I was nearly in tears as I related my ordeal to Bernadette. She then sworeme to secrecy: Bernadette worked as an administrative assistant for an insuranceagency. The owner, Jim, caught his wife posing as a dominatrix on line. Withhelp from Bernadette he set up. " and it was true I knew thatgambling was a scam which always favoured the house but I was sure ofmyself. It wasn't possible that I could fit into Rita's stockings,suspenders, panties and skirt (yet here I stood wearing them). She wassmaller than me, so her clothes couldn't fit me, could they?So given the benefit of hindsight I cannot explain why I didn't askmyself why it appeared that I could fit into all of Rita's clothes that Ihad so far put on nor did I ask myself whether there was not. Then I increased the pace. This time she closed her eyes and her expression was changing. Then I slipped my hand in her panty. As soon as I touched her clit, her mouth opened wide and she was breathing heavy. I understood this was the point.Then I inserted my fingers in her pussy and started fingering her. Soon I found her g-spot. And as I touched her, she bounced in ecstasy. She was literally shaking but had still not moaned. Then I spread the entire blanket and got down on her. I started. It drove her crazy.“Don’t keep quiet, say something. I know you will be jumping in joy inside, kissing your ex and judging how desperate she is.” Her screaming eventually turned to mumbling, she looked towards road.Meanwhile, I stopped the car on the side and turned towards her; damn she was looking so cute; her fair skin had turned red just like the old days. The long black untied hair on her fair cheeks was even making her more attractive. But she had accused me of something which hit badly.