She scuttled the rest of the conversation and Sheila and returned to the bathroom.While Larry knocked on the door, Carol calmly took her clothes off, ...ashed her make up and sat in the wam water in her bathtub. It was a good 30 minutes before she decided to open the door. Larry was hysterical. "what happened mom! Are you okay? I have been here for hours." he said grabbing her and burying his head in her bosom. "Get a grip Larry. You are a grown up man now" Carol said rather rudely pushing her. My speed increases as I plunge my tongue as far as it will go. Her walls tighten as I feel her body start to tremble, her breathing short and quick. She’s close. My hand trailing back up her stomach, stopping between her breasts, holding her against the door frame. I hold her back as I push up again, lifting her once again to her tip toes. Her left hand grips a handful of hair as her right reaches behind her, grabbing the door frame for support. I feel her body tense as her honey start to flow. There had only been one woman in his bed, and one over his desk, since his wife fell ill three and a half years ago, and his bedmate had moved away from the area with her husband some weeks earlier. For some reason he found this apparently submissive woman who was obviously going through a hard time totally irresistible. Perhaps it was the challenge of stealing her from her absent husband, or perhaps it was simply the desire to have someone to dominate.After doing their shopping and collecting. Seriously. It felt almost criminal. I collapsed on her body and let my dick rest in her.“Holy fucking, shit,” I said.“Indeed,” she replied as she stroked my hair.I then planted one final tongue-filled kiss on her lips before pulling out and getting on my back. I turned on the bedside lamp to get cleaned up when I saw the scene. My cum was slowly dripping out of her pussy. But that wasn’t the crazy part. My dick had stains of her blood on it.The lips of her pussy were also lightly covered in.