And it was incredibly, obscenely hot. Here I was, betrayed by the woman I knew I would marry, watching her shamelessly fucking like a whore in heat, t...king every inch of the monster cock impaling her, and I was aroused beyond all reason. I should have stormed out. Instead, I stayed put, knowing it could never be the way it was between Jess and me, and watched her getting the fucking of her life.It didn't take very long before I could see the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching. Her eyes got. After tasting your dribble I slide down the entire shaft and back up to the tip three or four times and each time I move my mouth all the way down to the base, I see how deep I can get your cock into my throat, slightly choking the third time. I lick all my spit off of your cock so that you are dry and then he moves over and replaces me. I sit off to the side, watching your reaction as he does the same thing three or four times but with him you groan. I take off the blindfold and ask “which one. She was muttering as she led the way into the sitting room – “I don’t know what I’m going to do! I never realised…” – wittering on but I wasn’t listening. I was watching her large buttocks as I followed her down the hallway. One of my biggest regrets was that Betty wore long dresses all the time now. She was approaching her 75th birthday but when I had first known her – some 30 years ago – she had always worn above the knee dresses or skirts. Even when I had first got married to her daughter I. And for about half an hour our office gets empty after lunch for everyone goes for a smoke. Next day was my day of doing something and it went usual till lunch, with all smiles and usual work, I went for lunch early telling some reason to my manager and she invited me for lunch againI asked her to wait for sometime at lunch time when everybody went down I went and sat with her I remember she was wearing again the same skirt she wore on first day with thongs, I forgot to mention, I was totally.