. the alcohol!Once inside, she sat down on the couch and looked at me with a weird smile. She started opening her legs and at the same time started to...lift her dress up higher. My cock sprang to attention. Oh man, she wanted me to fuck her! I walked closer. Suddenly she lifted her hands and told me to stop. then she looked up, her beautiful green eyes starting at me and she said: "My hubby, remember your fantasy of cleaning out my pussy after cumming inside me? Well, I know you will never do. "Oh, Mrs. Taylor, I'm sorry," I said, feeling bad that I had brought it up now."It's not your fault Johnny, you didn't know. And this wasn't the first time the bastard had been caught with his boots under the wrong bed. He'd cheated on me three other times. I'd finally had enough of it all. I was in a place where I didn't have a kid to worry about feeding and caring for now, so I told him I was through being his mistress instead of his wife. I was supposed to be his number one girl, not the. Mystery girl then walked straight towards me. I was frozen like stone, unable to move as she approached me. At that moment I think I'd have gibbered complete rubbish if she'd actually spoken to me. Instead she gave me just the biggest smile imaginable, followed by a playful wink, before walking straight past me and off towards the checkouts again. There was no mistake about it this time. The smile and wink were definitely for me. I went home that evening and lay awake in bed dreaming very sexy. “You laughed at your own bad pun.” He looked her over, up and down, and said, “You’re something else. You’re short, but you’re cute. And your smile is something else. I like it.”“It was a good pun. I did laugh. I am. It is. And I like you liking it. No. Like I said before,” She stepped closer. “Touch. Me. Here,” and with this she moved her hand down the side of her shirt and across the mid-section of her jeans and to her crotch like she was modeling what she wanted him to do, leading him with.