I started to kiss her on her ears and neck as I loosened the buttons on her tweed jacket. Her bra, a heavy-duty construct that had a hard time support...ng her 42DDs followed the frilly white blouse. While my mouth latched onto one nipple, the other nipple was enjoying the ministrations of my left hand, and the right was dealing with the button and zipper on her skirt.She was wearing pantyhose and granny nickers or bloomers, I was a bit surprised at this, eventually my assault on her senses. I let my tongue deeper into his mouth – he tasted like beer. His hand moved down to my ass, grabbing me and pressing me closer to him. I could feel his bulge through his jeans. My panties were almost soaked through. His hand slipped up my skirt, playing with the edges of my lacy underwear. I moved my hands to his pants, wanting nothing more than to get my hands on his cock I could feel getting harder and harder through his pants. He pulled his mouth off mine and put his mouth close to my. Bemused, Irene would shrug her pretty shoulders, smile sweetly and tell him not to be silly. “I am very happy,” she’d say. That much was certainly true. And, because Oliver was her only lover, she was unable to form any comparisons, good or bad. Also, Irene didn’t have anything like the sexual appetite of her husband and was, indeed, contented. Still, despite all her assurances, Oliver convinced himself of two things: that his small penis was inadequate and that Irene must wonder about sex. My tongue explored there and she pushed herself on to me. ‘Mmm,’ I heard her mumble, ‘Mmm, yessss.’ I unhooked her skirt and, as she lifted her bottom, dragged it over her legs. She was wearing a sort of thong/panty. Just a triangle of material covering her sex and tiny straps going over her hips, God it was sexy! I couldn’t resist biting her there so I moved my head down and covered as much of the cloth as I could with my mouth and bit, gently of course. ‘Nnng, nnng, nnng,’ was the response.