Lifting a foot onto the seat in front of her, she smiled warmly. Her right hand worked her throbbing clit into a frenzy, while her left stuffed finger... into her starving cunt. Her lust-filled eyes shared equal time fixated on both my eyes and my swollen manhood."You like my hot little cunt?" She moaned.I quickly nodded, unable to speak.Drawing the fingers from her cunt, she plunged them into her mouth and eagerly feasted on her juices."Oh fuck!" I thought to myself.My cock throbbed, causing. She wouldn’t really be missed tonight – hubby was preparing to watch Chelsea get beaten by some unpronounceable Turkish club in the quarter final of the something-or-other Cup and hardly seemed to notice her mention the completely fictitious friend from Bristol who’d now moved to Derby with her new husband. Job done. With an accompanying menu of doubts and guilts. What was she thinking of? She was nowhere near Derby but in the grounds of a country hotel barely fifty miles from home, waiting. It was early, not quite 8. Out of the refrigerator she took enough ingredients for a feast and made piles on the kitchen island: eggs, bacon, bread, peppers, cheese, butter, biscuits, orange juice. She would make him a little breakfast. He would eat well today. He would taste her today. She felt her face blush. What if he was delayed? With a sigh, she put everything back. She nearly danced her way over to the den, her bare feet skipping lightly over the woven rugs and bare wood floor of the. I licked her clit and finger fucked her, building up to be as hard as I could. Alison began to writhe and squirm under me, and she could no longer whisper. ‘Oh, yes!’ she yelped, her volume growing with each word. ‘You’re gonna make me cum, oh yes! Oh my god, yes! Oh my god, yes! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus Christ, yes!’ Then, she began bucking wildly, but I refused to slow my licking or stop my finger fucking until a scream escaped from deep within her, ‘Ooooooohhhhhhh! Yes! Yes! Yes!!’.