The week seemed to pass quickly. Barbara was her perky young self. I tried not to notice. I had other things on my mind."Can I get you anything, Mr. W...lters?" No Barbara, I'm fine."Lying to my wife and now my secretary.The weekend came and Sandra and I had a wonderful dinner at a new French restaurant in the next town. The meal was wonderful and the ambiance superb. We shared a wonderful bottle of wine the wine steward had recommended. We stopped for coffee afterwards at a small cafe we used to. She asked me what I was thinking about and I rather embarrassingly said I couldn't say. Which just made all the more eager to find out what was racing through my mind. Then I thought here's my chance I spurted it out. I'm imagining you on the toilet pissing while I wank over your breasts! The slight look of shock nearly had me shooting my load there and then. But to my surprise with a cheeky grin she admits she was bursting for a pee. She lead me into the bathroom sat on the toilet open her. Dawn kissed me again and she asked me to relax. First she wanted to touch herself…She opened her legs onto my lap as wide as she could and she showed me her now dripping wet pussy lips. Her fingers started to slowly move up and down those lips. All the time she never lost contact with my eyes…As one of her fingers reached her clit, it slowly rubbed it causing it to grow. With each touch I could see her juices dripping down over my belly.To my shock she let a finger slowly push into her tight. I was in my room laying naked on my bed when Mum came in, closing the door behind her she walked up to the bed and pulled the hem of her dress up and straddled my thighs, she took a hold of my prick and guided it straight into her pussy once again, she then bent forward and eased her tits out from the top of her dress and dangled them over my mouth so I could flick my tongue over her hard, dark brown nipples. She then very quietly and in a deep husky voice said “Give me your spunk, fire it deep.