This went with her long hippy skirt, right down to her ankles, that was made out of a multicoloured, tie died cotton material. She had on small cute f...ip flops with seashells on the straps. I could see them easily as she had the skirt up round her knees as she tried to push her bicycle through the torrent towards the shelter of the tree. In the basket on the front of the bicycle she had a large type of cotton sack woven out of a rafia type material. Like me she was totally sodden but unlike me. Apparently she was cheating on her husband with another man! i had no where to hide and she found me in the study doing my work. she hung up the phone immediately and asked me what i was doing there. i played it cool, but she was really freaking out, flustered, blurting out excuses, but i kept silent working my eyes over her body, admiring her tits and imagining under her skirt. she told me she had a "friend" but nothing more than that and pleaded for me to keep silent. "if it's just a friend,. ” He smiled as his fingers rubbed against her pussy.” He taunted her before sinking two of his fingers deep inside her.Her back arched up off the bed when his fingers thrust inside her. Her lips parted as his lips covered hers. Keeping her silent as his fingers moved in and out of her pussy. She could feel herself slowly beginning to betray her. Her form tensing up with each thrust. Her squirming under him. He knew she was feeling the pleasure of Daddy playing with her sweet little pussy. He. We’d spoken enough these last few weeks that I knew she was loving both the newness of Chris and also the larger size of his cock. Stretching her wider and reaching deeper than the man she loved. The impassioned look on her face, her ragged breathing and her sobs and moans of pleasure told me just how much she was enjoying this.Watching her like this, although she’d told me this trip was mainly about work, I’d have been less than human if I hadn’t wondered if this was really true. Everything.