When he turned,and opened his mouth to speak, this strange vision of beauty cupped hisface, and planted a deep French kiss on him. She sucked his tong...e, andslipped her own over his teeth. She breathed deep into his mouth, herbreath as if someone had taken the sweetness of first love, uncontrolledlust, and had distilled it. The scent almost made Mark swoon.It came to Mark, the clown was opening his shirt, and rubbing his chest.Mark had been embarrassed of his build for the last few years, not. I patted her firm butt.She stood back and then was quickly hugging me again as the lightening got closer, the flash and bang almost simultaneous. She gasped and ground us together. I looked down at her frightened face and kissed her deeply, grasping her hard ass with one hand and pressing in the small of her back with the other. We kissed for a while and our tongues got acquainted as we ground our muscles together, and I explored her ass crack and tight sex lips.“It always scares me,” she. "Line 7" a woman's voice announced. "Keep going" he said as he pushed line 7 taking the call. While she was feasting on his fat cock, he leaned back putting his wife on speaker phone. Ruth was a priviledged woman in her mid 50s who had everything and was used to it. She rambled on about dinner plans she had made for them, and repairs on the roof of their house in the Hamptons which they were to stay at the following week end. There was no affection in either of their voices, tho his wife barely. "Frida, youdidn't curtsy. Not even once. I'm afraid you get a failing grade forthat. A big fat red 'F'. Maybe we'll have to start calling you Fred F.I mean, Frida F. How does that sound?" I'm sorry." My voice was quivering. "I'll be more careful. Honest Iwill." I hated having to speak that way, high and whispery. "Allright?" Not all right. You can do it over but this time with a deep curtsy foreach of my visitors." But..." I pressed my thighs together and squirmed with unease. .