After I was finished I handed her phone back.She left first and I followed two mintues later. The Peggy Bundy look-alike was standing outside smoking ... cigarette looking directly at me. My ride home was quite and smooth. I cut off the radio, cracked the windows and fired up a black & mild. Thinking to myself that I had just fucked my super hot boss lady. I also wondered who the fuck was that Peggy Bundy look-alike lady. My gps took me past the plant, I made a mental note to grab a room there on. I was doing my best to hang in there and considering the time between drinks im going to make the most of it then i thought she might be making a video after her probing questions earlier.She stood up and got me in the same position she was just in and stood and watched her self bury her wet pussy on my face and ground her hips like i grind herbs in a motar and pestle,and she was wet she tasted good and and the perfume that she was wearing mixed with slut juice was intoxicating and if i was. I’d never met Mrs. Brooke before and she wasn’t anything like I imagined. She was probably in her late 40s, with shockingly blonde hair, almost white, wavy and cut to just above her shoulders. Her eyes were an icy blue, and her cheekbones made her look almost ethereal, like some sort of fairy creature. A black top and a floral dress framed her toned body, and her heels clicked loudly on the floor as she walked. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.As she stood before me, one hand on. Within just another minute or so, I whimpered, "I'm so fucking close." He started thrusting harder and faster, then grunted, "Cum for me."A few more thrusts from his perfect cock paired with my steady, intense rubbing and I did as he commanded. "I'm cumming, Thomas! Oh God, I'm cumming!" I announced as my body tensed up and my pussy tightened around him.He just kept thrusting harder and harder as my orgasm ravaged my body. The immediate pleasure of it, the fullness, the incredible sense of it.