It had been a long night. She had gone beyond anything she had ever done before and had completely gone against every moral she ever stood for tonite�...�but with no regrets. Looking up at the ceiling she remenisced on the events of the evening and smiled to herself. If her fiancee, Justin found out what she had done, he would go ballistic and she definitely wouldnt be standing at the alter in September…so this little yet pleasurable sin had to remain a well-kept secret. It had been a long day at. "Hey Kenny" I asked "would you like a glass of port to warm your insides up". He didn't know what port was so I poured two large glasses and told him to taste it. He smiled as the rich wine trickled down his throat. "Wow that's great errr" then he realized he didn't know my name. So that was how Ken met Laura.He finished off the port and lay back with a very contented look on his face. Well I have made this little shit happy I thought, here I am in a wet tracksuit and a cold bum. Ken was. I seemed to drift higher and higher without climaxing. It was so intense!"Oh! Ohmygod, OH! Oh Aunt Frannie, ohhhhhhhh! Fukkkkkkkk!" and I came with violent quivering. Francesca watched me hungrily, her tongue slightly out, breathing heavily herself. She was really turned on by my display. She fucked me with her soft fingers, drilling into me as I came and came. Then, pulling back to a more gentle rhythm as the spasms fell off.I opened my eyes to see her rubbing her breast through her dress. She. There was an occasional strand of gray in her golden- brown hair, a hint of crow's feet at the corners of her gray/green eyes and slight, yet unmistakable signs that gravity had begun to have its effect on the generous breasts beneath her bathing suit.And the suit itself was surely not the most provocative or revealing one being displayed that afternoon. Compared to the thong sported by the brunette just now jogging out into the surf, an activity which was surely calculated carefully to.