We slept together and made love that night. HER life had pretty much the same tonight as it had been last night. She had fucked Bob rather than goin... to the lunch with the girls or to a movie with friends on the way home. Yes, fucking Bob was MORE than lunch or a movie, but it had not disrupted or destroyed her home, her career, or her personal life. She was okay. I was okay. We were okay. Bob was okay. Sherry did Bob a few times before losing interest in him. It was another six. I did tell her that I wanted to kiss her beautiful arse first and I do. Kissing each cheek in turn and then parting her cheeks so that I can lick between them and also see if they are are hairy at all.Her sweet puckered hole has soft blonde hair circling it. I push my face into her arse so that I can lick it and taste it. It feels and tastes wonderful. "Oh Daddy" She sighs. I wet a finger and then gently introduce it to her hole. There is so much resistance. I wet my finger in the bowl and then. As I sink to my knees you pull my dress over my head, I’m completely naked apart from my black stilettos. My eyes are level with your cock and taking it in both hands I direct it to my waiting mouth. I feel your body clench as you steady yourself using the tree, you thrust in and out of my mouth. I don’t want you to cum too soon so I pull away and run my tongue greedily up and down your shaft and quickly take you in my mouth as I reach the top of your cock, tonguing the slit and sucking on. Weeding, with my constricted movement, meant that I had to bend far forward, then awkwardly pluck at the weeds, sit upright again and lean to the side to be able to reach the jute bag. It was hard labor, straining my body all over, and the pain from my knees and the too-small shoes didn’t help any. Yet the objects in my pussy and ass kept wiggling and pushing inside me every time I bent my waist and held my arousal alive. “Keep weeding,” Mrs. Greenberg ordered and walked away. The sun burned.