Bill was exciting but he had no right to treat her that way. What was he thinking? As she stopped at the corner she realized that she was soaked...between her legs. Reaching down with her right hand, she was shocked as just how soaked she was. The bottom of her skirt was drenched and he clit was pulsing wildly. What was it about him? How could he do this? Her heart didn’t slow down, if anything it pumped faster. Slowly and with some reluctance, instead of. TWO MONTHS EARLIER Constance Coleman had been through one divorce and was in the process of a second one. She had remarried when Lydia was 13 and lately her second husband was useless. He could not keep a job and he was lazy as well. He didn’t do anything around the house or yard and he was content to live off of Constance’s divorce settlement. They didn’t even have sex anymore, so what was the point of keeping him around. The Coleman house was a nice setup with a private backyard and swimming. Emptying the remains into our glasses I handed the bottle to Jay who looked a little surprised to start with but caught on very quickly. With her legs still wide open towards her spectators she first placed the bottle to her mouth and started to suck on it like it was a cock. One hand was still working between her legs as she noticed my cock standing proud of my zipper. She told me not to sit down and stay with her. I made sure I didn’t get between her and the window as I wouldn’t want to. Osne apni palkhe jukae hue thi. Oski akhee bahut badi badi thi aur osne shaadi paheni hue thi kya lag rahi thi vo maine 10-20 min tak osse hi dekhta raha. Phir vo ghabrake boli, “kya hua saheeb, esse kyu dekh rahe ho?” phir mujhe hos aaya paya ke mera lund puri tarah se kadak hai. Maine ose kaha, “kuch nahi!” aur kaha, “tum kal subha aa jana.” Vo phir sir hilate hua chali gae. Oske jate hi maine sidha bathroom gaya aur jorse jhad diya. Etni jorse jhada ki mujhe chakar jese aane lage. Puri raat.