Anyway her next target was most unusual; he was a pushy guy in his early twenties. The first time we saw him he was with his girlfriend looking for an...outfit for her. I took an instant dislike to him, he was arrogant, self centred and treated his girl, a sweet lady of about nineteen, as though she was a possession. I could see from the look she gave him that Dianne was far from impressed by his attitude and I thought for one awful moment, she was going to throw him out of the shop. Instead of. It must feel wonderful on, too.-Thank you. It does.-I might want to borrow it some time.-Any time you want it, honey, it's in the closet.-You know, compared to you Donna dresses like a tramp.-She does! I don't know why, she doesn't need to advertise. Thewhole town already knows she's available.-Ahhh, Mel honey, not to change the subject, but how did Donnastrike you this evening? It's been months and months since youlast saw her, hasn't it? I think the last time was before herdivorce became. I reached between her legs and began to roughly strum her clit. She immediately forgot her discomfort and began to fuck me with her face, moaning around my cock.I spoke for the first time since coming into the room, "You dirty slut you're getting off on this aren't you? The taste of your pussy on my cock as it chokes you is turning you on." She orgasmed again, groaning and gasping for air around my cock as her crotch humped up against my hand. I took my hand from her clit and wrapped it round. "As we neared the edge of the village where he lived he asked me to pull over so he could have a last cigarette. His wife didn't like him smoking and he didn't smoke in the house. I pulled over and killed the engine. He offered me a cigarette and as he leaned over to light it his hand found my thigh, he left it there when he sat back in his seat and slid his hand along my stocking covered thigh and under my dress. His hand found the silk covered mound of my pussy and he began to use his fingers.