"Sometimes, I like it like that. I think you like my butt, don't you?"I laughed. "Yes, I do. It's perfect, like you. But mostly, I want to take my tim... and look in your eyes as I come. But I do like your backside, and I'll look at it whenever I can."She chuckled and snuggled up, with one leg thrown over my thigh, one hand stroking my chest. Dampness trickled down my thigh, and her hand migrated south, where my cock was beginning to recover, just by her contact. Her hand on me completed the. "And now I'm here to repay you." With those last words Maria opened her coat and revealed what I knew was underneath. Nothing. Nothing that is except for Maria wearing a pair of fishnet stockings and suspender belts. No knickers, no bra. Just one horny woman gagging to be fucked. My small brain took over from my big one instantly. But along with that came the guilt again. This time I couldn't blame the grog or the hooch.I just stood there looking at this sex mad wench and a big part of me. When the ever-astute businessman George made her a halfway decent proposition that involved a much-wanted promotion, she didn't hesitate to drop her knickers for him as soon as his office door was locked. It was difficult for her to understand how such a plain looking fellow of his age and bad health was able to get up with repeated determination into the seldom visited corners of her vaginal channel and her rectal compartment. Even her husband Rupert was not as skilled and he had been given. I was so excited, and a nervous wreck. We kissed for a long time, and it felt wonderful, but it was a toss up as to which was throbbing more, my dick from excitement, or my stomach from butterflies. Anyway, she eventully took her top off, as I just stared in disbelief. I really couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Then, she took off her bra, and helped me off with my shirt. She took my hands and led them to her perfect breasts, rounded and firm, but soft and warm, with perfect little.