I could see her state as I approached her to shake her offered hand.“Looks like a good do,” I suggested, her gnarled tanned hand squeezing mine fi...mly. There was an adjustment in her stance without letting go of the worktop edge. “ How do you do, I’m Del Hants, Mrs Passendale I believe?”I studied her as she replied advising I call her Monica. “No place for such formality when one’s a much valued helper,” she slurred, ever so slightly, in a cultured well rounded tone and accent. “I’m ever so. We had two couples over last night, and drank quite a bit. When they left we went to bed and had a hot sex session. I ate her pussy until she had a squirting orgasm. Yes, I swallowed every drop. Nancy is on birth control so we always go bareback. We screwed in several positions until she had another orgasm. Then I rolled her on her back, banged her hard missionary style and shot my load into her. I think we both fell asleep immediatly. I don't think either of us cleaned up.Now I was staring. Yet I was just unstoppable and wrapped my lips around his globe and started to suck it ruthlessly trying to extract the very last drop from them. I could now feel the intense heat and wetness in my slippery clit and just could not stop my hand to reach below and touch my G –Spot. By now I was also mourning and itching towards my own orgasm. He just watched me and smiled.He reached across me and dropped the seat to the lowest reclining position and eased me down. Soon I could feel his fingers. But, he didn’t. Anyways, I went slowly to his trousers and felt his organ from outside. I didn’t want to stop there and went ahead. I removed the zip and put my hand inside the brief and held his organ. It was very hard. And very hot. I told him the same that my husbands is not so hard and his lover would be very lucky. I felt like having sex with him. I was really craving. I was pressing his organ hard to show him my desire. I didn’t realize that it’s a bus and can’t be done. I didn’t realize.