She was a little older than us and had a smile that just melted me. She got her shoes on and went to the shop for us got what we needed and passed us ...ur bags with the beverage.She then asked if we wanted to all go back to hers for a bit as she was bored and wanted a bit of company. We obliged and went back and listened to music etc. It was getting on so I decided to knock it on the head for the night and she offered to see me out. Upon exiting she asked to come back tomorrow night as she. With her arms crossed under my tits my girl friend gripping my chest, works me up and down thrusting my pelvis onto her husband's fist and wrist, she quickened the pace while nibbling the lobe of my ear, Brenda meanwhile groaned appreciatively as I eagerly spread my legs wider and opened my pussy to sit forearm deep on her arm. Unable to hold me, my girl friend gently allowed me to collapse into a quivering heap on the dinning room table, I had just experienced a most intense orgasm. Hot. We walked on in silence after she'd commented, "If that ever happens again, keep clear of me. I want to know that you are out of the way when I swing a kick."Despite her small size, she packed a hefty punch, partly from the training and partly because her father is a blacksmith and from the age of nine, she spent time in his forge, hammering hot metal, a skill at which she soon became very adept. As with learning the marshal arts, she set about learning the techniques with fierceness and great. “But if I had known you wanted to see some sexy underwear, I would have brought you along to go shopping.” She sat on my bed, leaning forward so a bit of purple lace was visible below her shirt. My cock got a little harder and I stuttered, “Uh…” “Look, I’m not going to tell anyone.” She said. “I’m not mad and I don’t see any reason anyone has to know.” I just stared in disbelief. “Stop being such a dork and sit.” She patted the bed beside her. I sat by her and she placed her hand on my thigh..