."Madam smiled again. "Well, you're still new here, but everybody in town knows. And now, you do, too. Just let me know if you change your mind." And ...he turned and walked toward the sheriff's inner office.Penny wasn't sure how to take all of this. She felt oddly disconnected, as if she should be doing something ... or worrying about something ... but couldn't quite remember what that something was. Slowly, she got back into the routine of her paperwork task, but again, she found herself. I felt her kissing the area between my balls and asshole. Then, I felt warm lips around my asshole. A tongue then slipped out of those lips and deep into my asshole. As she was making out with my ass, she kept stroking my hard cock. My eyes kept rolling back and I couldn't stop moaning. She started to suck my dick and got it nice and sloppy. She then got on top, kicked off her heels, and pulled up her dress to her waist. She then moved her panties to the side and slid my hard cock into her. We been married for about three years now. We knew each other since high school. The last couple of minutes are always the worse. I couldn't think of anything other than her. Her flawless caramel skin. Her long curly black hair. Her beautiful full lips. Her curvy firm body. She was the only thing on my mind all day. As soon as 8 o'clock got here, you wouldn't want to be the unlucky soul that's in the way of me and my wife. When 8 o'clock finally got here, I ran to my car. I got home within a. Whenever she changed, her routine was the same; she would remove her shalwar (type of slacks/pants Indian women wear under a kameez) then wear her night dress which was usually a long below the knee tee and then proceed to remove the shalwar. The day I saw her nude she had walked out of the shower, wearing a bathing gown, her room’s door (from where I peeped) was right next to her mirror so I had a perfect view of things. She stood in front of the mirror drying her still wet hair and then with.