She smiled for his confusion was quite obvious. “You don’t recognize me?” she question. He shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t Miss”, he...said. “I am Sandra, the cousin of Bob and Clare Williams, you remember them don’t you?” she questions. The penny dropped. “Good grief!” he gasped. “Bob and Clare left the area over a decade ago. They told me that they were heading away from the city, it was getting too populated and traffic was becoming a nightmare. I can’t say I blame them for I have been. “Why hello, Bradley. The kids are playing in the Rumpus Room. I’m sure they will be happy to see you. Go right in. Would you like something to drink?”“No thank you, Mrs. Welch”, he said, remembering how it felt to have his huge cock buried to the hilt in her asshole. It seemed so ridiculous to maintain such a facade, but he knew it was important to her and she enjoyed playing the virtuous whore.“Perhaps I’ll come down and join you after I finish cooking dinner.”“That would be very nice, Mrs.. He let out a grunt and I could feel his cock pulse deep inside me as he filled my pussy with cum. I was temporarily out of energy so I had to let go and he just rolled off of me and we lay there in the grass next to each other.I regained my strength a little and leaned over him seeing his cock was not as hard now. I took his cock gently in my hands and licked it tasting the combination of my pussy and his cum. I was turned on again. I started to kneel over him, but someone grabbed me from. Maybe one more button... And then one more... I was now almost at my navel. Slowly pulling back the white fabric, I flashed one bra covered tit to the crowd. It didn’t take too much encouragement for me to flash the other tit. I finished unbuttoning. Then I thought I could give them a flash of my stocking tops. Slowly my skirt came up, revealing the pink flesh between my black stocking tops and the little sheer white panties I was wearing. Soon the tight skirt was down between my knees. The.