‘Bloody hell’ he thought to himself as he massaged his ankle, ‘that older woman was Marge, I am sure of it, her ankle was strapped like that las... week.’ Then he let out a low whistle as he said under his breath, “the vicar’s wife a dog fucker, who would have guessed.” With no clear plan Craig set off in a steady jog towards the vicarage, not quite sure why but he knew deep down he had to satisfy his curiosity. When he got to the vicarage he approached the house silently, making sure he stepped. Masturbating himslowly while using the gel to provide an unbearable slippery sensation as shefondled and caressed the heavily veined shaft whilst her other hand rolled andfondled the soft weight of his testicles to bring him to the very brink beforestopping. The wonderful excitement of letting his near-climax subside and thenusing her fingertips to torment the glistening, engorged dome of his glans, onefinger teasing round the curving rim until he was again thrusting and jerking inthe desperate. I could sense that she was slowly loosening up. Now this was the moment. I turned her on the back and gave her a deep french kiss. I placed my fingers on her clit and rubbed it vigorously. The massage had such a relaxing effect on her that she offered no resistance to my wild rubbing. Her clit softened with each stroke. It became wet and started oozing heavily. I pulled her legs apart while disengaging the kiss and sucked her cunt dry. She cummed in volumes that i never believed that a women. So I gave him my address and directions to the house and he reached my place.He had come to drop Rekha to her university and meet me if I was in the city. So we talked and then had lunch together and then they left. One day Rekha called me and said that she got the number from her brother and just wanted to check in on me. We talked a bit.Then she pinged me on WhatsApp later and we talked. The talks grew longer in the nights. She used to share her college things and how was her day and all. I.