I almost succeeded, but the girls from work proved to be my saviours; and instead of ending up in the gutter, I was hustled into a taxi and sent home....owever, I was drunk enough to make getting out of the vehicle a taxing experience for myself and the cab driver. Mind you, I'm not sure he'd complain that much because I distinctly remember a steady hand groping my breast when he helped me stand after I'd stumbled out of the car.Anyway, tiptoeing towards my front door turned into a futile. Sliding between her softness slowly tracing the natural curve at the base of her spine. Her moist breath sweetly caressing my ear entices my action. Lower I slide following her smooth curve, stopping at the edge of her puckered rose bud. “You are such a naughty boy”, she moans to me. My middle finger glides lightly across the orifice. Letting the tip revolve gently occasionally parting the soft muscle tissue. “Nicht so unschuldig selbst, Frau Doktor”, I counter. “ Ja ich weiß, bitte hör auf“,. We took a break and chatted about our sex life and was amazed of her. Since her breakup, she had slept with 6 guys. No strings attached. Some of them were married men. She recalled just as soon as 4 months after the breakup, did a threesome for 3 rounds in a 1 night stay at a hotel. All of these was to forget her ex. She even prayed to be impregnated by any of the guys that she slept with. I actually pitied her although she confessed it was fun and an experience to remember by. The feeling of. Bill's ass was reddening beautifully and his howls were now interspersed with sobbing and blubbering. Soon he was begging "Please, stop. I'll be good from now on!" But there was no signal from Helen or Stanley to stop, so she kept it up, spank after spank.Helen's body was on fire as she observed her nubile daughter spanking the shapely, naked ass of her stepson. She desperately wanted to rub her inflamed clit and rock-hard nipples, but she contented herself with thoughts of abusing Stanley.