Her vagina is exposed to me, looking tantalizing. She has that mom look, a little extra to love but still incredibly sexy. On her left hand is her wed...ing band, visible for all to see.Her husband is in the front driver's seat; he looks ahead and doesn’t speak.“Get in here.” She waves me over.I enter the van, shutting the door behind me. Without saying a word I dive headfirst between her legs. She is freshly waxed and smooth everywhere. My tongue meets her labia as I begin to give her oral. Her. Shocking, isn't it?What was the value in having a boyfriend? I could get a quality date whenever I wanted, to do whatever I wanted, wherever I wanted. I could have as little or as much sex as I wanted, and whatever kind I wanted. I could have complete control over any situation.A boyfriend would feel entitled to make demands on my time, on my attention, to have some say in the relationship. What did I need that for when I could get everything I wanted at no cost?Maybe this wasn't love and. "You're doing fine. Is there anything you need?" I wouldn't mind a bath sir; I'm beginning to become rather fragrant." Hmm, a proper bath's out of the question, you mustn't get those stitches wet. A good wash is all I can offer; I'll have a talk with your mother."Ten minutes later Cathy stepped into his room, "the doctor says you are doing fine and that you want a bath." Yes, but I guess that's something I'll have to wait for." Not necessarily, I know it has been a couple of years since I had. Lightly rubbing himself through his track pants. I stared at him as he did, hypnotized by the moment. I started rubbing my chest with my free hand, feeling myself, playing with my nipples while I kept jerking my dick.“Let me help you,” he said, approaching me now. “Enjoy yourself.”I felt him up beside me on the table now, his hands running up my torso softly, reaching my chest, rubbing my nipples. I couldn’t help my moan, closing my eyes. I suddenly felt on the verge of cumming and let go of my.