I guessed her to be about 40 or so and the look in her eyes told me she wasn't even thinking about stopping.I pulled my finger from her juicy hole and...rubbed her cunt juices on her breasts that were now both fully exposed. By now, her hips were humping the air, so I brought my fingers back and put them in again, my middle finger massaging her G-spot and my thumb again on her clit. " Oh shit, oh shit," she cried out, her hips bucking wildly and her juices now covering my hand.The orgasm made her. We didn't even discuss it. It just happened. Nor as the days passed did we talk about what we were doing. Or why we were doing it. Or that it was wrong. We didn't talk about my father. Or my sister. We didn't talk about the future. We just lived day to day.We made love. Yes love. We were no longer the animals of the first few nights as we settled into our lovemaking. Oh we still fucked. But we interspersed soft touches, gentle caresses with the urgent mauling. It got better. If that was. As I couldn't hold it any longer I told her I was cumming and pushed me away and as quick as she could put my cock in her mouth and sucked till I just shot cum and to my amazement she swallowed it all and kept on sucking and licking. That I might add she never did in the past. After lying and talking for an hour or so she showered and went home. And now is where it really gets interesting. We meet every Wednesday in a nearby city where she works, rent the same motel room and fuck and fuck. Jake was finally going to fuck me, and I was ready to beg him too. I felt his cock slipping up and down my dripping wet slit. He paused at my opening, teasing me then slowly I felt pressure as his cockhead slipped inside. His cock felt so good but I needed him deeper. My heels were tight against his buttocks when I forcefully pulled him forward. He didn't move at all, my whole body moved. I didn't move him, I moved me, his hot cock sinking deep into my pussy.I yelped when the tip of his prick.