As she laid in the tub filled with hot water her right hand slowly moved towards her pussy.after all it had been sixteen years since she has been with...any man.at first she started to gently rub her clit then she slowly inserts two of her fingers inside her pussy and begins to move her fingers in and out vigorously while holding her large breast with her left hand. her moans could be heard echoing in the bathroom as the speed of her fingers increased she groped her breast trying to bring it. .and she had to prepare for his arrival.With that thought she stopped a moment, setting her mobile down on the kitchen counter, she wondered, "Why do I have to prepare? Why am I doing this? I don't know this guy from more than just a brief chat on the Internet, what the hell am I doing?" the words ran through her head as her fingers worked almost of their own desire setting the plan into action.Her name was not important, her profession was not important, the only thing at that moment that. After about a minute she pulled him away and told him to strip and as he did she played with herself to heat him up more. Once his pants were off my cock loving wife lowered herself to suck his throbbing meat. Once good and hard she told him to lay down on his back and so she could mount him cowgirl style. Slowly sliding his average size dick in her wet love nest she then increased their humping as she lubed up. She could see me and the two college boys standing by the light pole in the row in. Rather, I seemed to have gone down well, and so did his spunk: all down my throat, my lips, my chin, his cock and my hand. And who could blame me for wanting to try again, with such a result? In the back of my mind was the thought that we'd tried starting a tit-wank, but my phone's alarm had started beeping just as we were getting into it, and I was somewhat disappointed. I'd hoped he was too. It was something I'd always wanted to try.Just like last time, my friend picked me up from the.