"Over dinner that evening I told Rebecca that talking about Christmas had reminded me about the highland outfit that I got last year and had never wor... since, not even to mother's wedding I told her I had been talking to George at work about it. He said that his wife was a Scot and she had made him join the local Caledonian Association. He had been reluctant but after a few Ceilidhs, a St Andrew's night and a Burn's supper he had really enjoyed it and he wore the kilt outfit she had bought him. We'll see where it takes us."I winked at them both, and before I could turn the music on my husband spoke again."What song are you going to be dancing to?" You'll see." Fast or slow?" You'll see." Not even a hint?" Nope, you'll see."I pushed play on the DVD player; I knew the music would help my nervous, music helps with just about everything. The beginning of the song was quiet, a woman moaning, I stayed motionless, and my feet spread apart, in line with my shoulders. The beat started, a. I opened my legs wider, wrapping my legs around his waist. Rob pushed his cock slowly inside me, filling my tight pussy with his member. I moaned and pushed up to meet him, driving him further inside me. So fucking tight! Such a tight fucking pussy! He pushed his cock deeper and then pulled up. I moaned and moved my hips up to him. His mouth was sucking my nipple as he fucked me, moaning over it. Faster! Fuck me faster! Oh fuck me harder! I was moaning and yelling. He was so big and felt so. "I don't know," she said, "are you?"I didn't tell her at the time, but I had a hard-on that extended easily beyond my knees and toward my ankles! She exuded sex, but not in a silly, contrived way; she was demure, sophisticated and incredibly sweet. I asked her out for coffee and we went to my favorite 24-hour hangout and drank coffee and talked for the next two hours. We talked about everything from her daughter to her failed marriage to her dreams and aspirations. Then she asked about my life.