There was no protest there and I would continue to move my finger in and out of that welcoming opening and up to her clit and back again. She would pa...t her legs wide and whisper to me, ‘Please…it’s good.’ I would kneel between those welcoming thighs and place the head of my cock, her hand still holding it, at her entrance. I would rub my cock up and down her valley, letting her warmth and wetness ease the way. I would feel her move her hips up so that my shaft was poised at her entrance and I. When I had my share of her waist, I turned to those million dollar butt of hers. Using my mouth I licked the right butt over her petticoat as I inserted my hand under her petticoat and caressed, pinched and played with the left one. She was writhing with pleasure. Her built up feelings under years of sexual repression were bursting out and her moaning increased to a crescendo. It all perfectly added up to the already steamy atmosphere. I removed her petticoat, pulled her panties down by a few. . Not that I noticed. She was almost half my age but fuck, she was beautiful.I smiled at her. Not knowing why, she just always brought it out of me, “Miss. Layla,” I said cheekily, “why aren’t you at the party?”She sat in the chair across from me, “I noticed you were gone and thought I’d make sure you were okay,” she crossed her legs so her skirt came up, “how’s Kristin?”I'd told her about my wife in a moment of venting but I trusted her enough not to tell anyone. I looked at her, almost. I kissed her shoulder, and neck many times. I also put one of my hands onto her pussy, and I rubbed it very slowly. I had my eyes closed most of the time, but as time went on, I heard some footsteps. I looked over at doorway, and Joe was masturbating. He loved the sight of us, he just couldn't help it. Erin still had her eyes closed, so she couldn't notice. I looked at him, and he looked right back. To my surprise, he blew me a kiss. I didn't let that distract me from my mission: to make Erin.