They are both in their 50’s with voids in their family life which is what brought them together. They are experienced in BDSM going back about 10 ye...rs. It was a Friday evening, Peter had booked their usual Motel room, nothing special but it was discrete and clean. Peter had a game plan for this meeting which included breast tying and some deep anal excitement. Peter usually arrived early as he finishes at 4.30pm on a Friday and picks up the mandatory drinks and finger food on his way to the. The last teacher adored both, but got himself fired for fucking Jenny in the car park at break time last week, and now Jenny was desperate for some more cock to play with. Eyes still tightly closed, hand bringing herself close to orgasm, Jenny felt someone sit down next to her on the bench, very close. The damp from his swimming shorts seeped through her thin denim skirt to moisten her right thigh, while the three fingers up her cunt had made the insides of her white thong extremely. She then told me to get some lube out but just a third of the amount of the toothpaste I would put on my brush which was like almost nothing on my fingertip. She then told me to put that lube at the tip of my dildo and spread it with my mouth over the whole thing. So I deepthroated it until it was all lubed up. I mean as much as that lube would give. Then she started storytelling for a bit again which led to the lube to get half dry on the dildo. That was when I was supposed to grab the dildo. A finger slowly drags a triangle from your left hip up to your navel, to the right hip, then gone. My tongue circles your elbow, then gone. Hand pulls the strap of your tank off your shoulder, a kiss there. A finger traces the bottom curve or your left breast. Then nothing. You feel my warm breath on your face, on your lips, you lick them ready for the kiss you know will come… closer… almost touching… a finger slides up your inner thigh and the breath is gone… so close. A hand on your left.