I turned off the shower and pulled her out. I found a towel and dried every curve of her delicious body, and then she dried me.“Tu t’en sors?” s...e asked, grinning.I didn’t recall that phrase from high school. “Je ne sais pas,” I breathed, shaking my head.She stood naked, appraising my pale body for a moment and then handed me a robe and said, “Come.”We gathered our clothes and pulled on bathrobes. Charlotte guided me upstairs to her room.Her bed was as bowl-shaped as mine, and it pressed us. I walked in to "Tex's Bar and Grill" and I didn't even have time to put my ass in the stool before Milly, the barmaid had my draft beer and Crown Royal on the rocks in front of me.I figured I would sit and drown my sorrows with a private celebration before the holiday. Easter Sunday was coming up and I would be spending it alone as usual, ever since my divorce.The bar wasn't busy so I was happy to keep Milly company and catch a nice buzz to help me sleep. I knew I deserved a few drinks after. I then spent Saturday afternoons teaching Monica to release her inhibitions and open herself to sexual ecstasy. We might have gone on like that for several more weeks had Monica not put two and two together. The answer she got did not please her.On the third Saturday, Monica strode through the door with an almost grim expression saying, "We need to talk."Though alarm bells were ringing in my head, I replied as calmly as I could, "Fine, will the living room be satisfactory?" In private," she. I was so close to cumming at this point.Jonno suddenly stopped finger banging me and I felt his hard cock nudge against my fanny lips. “Oh fucking hell, yes go on bang me you bastard. Screw me like a fucking, dirty, married whore as I suck his cock.”This was too much for me and as Jonno slid his full length up me I began to orgasm. His cock pistoning in and out my sopping fanny. My juice spraying out all over him at all over the floor. “Fucking hell!” he announced. “You’re cumming like a.