The elation at the news thepolice officer had for her, the shock at even the minimal details sherelated, and then the journey down to the west country...yesterday,alongside her divorced husband in his car. They had been silent formost of the journey, lost in thought as the rain hammered against thewindscreen, the wipers barely keeping up.Miriam had barely slept overnight. It had been uncomfortably warm inher room at the Premier Inn, but it was not that which had kept herawake. She didn't think. There followed the usual routine she followed most mornings: turn on the Nespresso machine; grab a mug; grab a coffee pod; and once the lights stop flashing press it once, and then a second time. The coffee machine still doing its thing she headed back to her bedroom, grabbing the clothes from the floor and throwing them into the laundry bin as she opened one of her drawers, pulling out a black, mid-thigh length, nightie she pulled it over her head as she headed back to the kitchen to retrieve. Sara was already down to just her panties when he entered, and he slid out of his jeans as her thongs hit the floor.Sara wasted no time as she threw back the sheets and lay on her back, legs spread wide. “Come here country boy,” she whispered. Eddie was still rock hard and dropped between her legs. He parted her thick bush with his fingers and spread her wet pussy lips with his tongue. He moved his tongue from her clit down and inside as far as he could go. Sara was moaning as he nibbled her. He takes a pull form his beer bottle. The couple relax.Lynn has put on her panties and top. She takes a sip of wine and asks, “So what do you like better, me describing my fantasies or the real thing?”He gives her a light kiss and replies, “The real thing.”“And you aren’t jealous?”“Well maybe a little. But it’s such a turn on. I know we’ve had our fantasies, but I can’t believe you got that wild.”She snuggles with her husband and says, “It was just the combination of the attraction I felt for.