The girl was dangerous, Barbara felt.How could she tell him?The only way she knew was to be blunt and truthful.She was unable to tell him that day.Whe... Lewis came home, he was tired and sweaty. After a shower, he went directly to bed and did not wake up even for dinner. Barbara checked on him frequently, standing beside his bed and looking at his face. Her eyes stayed to his cock and balls, and since he was sprawled out there nakedly, they were completely exposed. She loved that cock, those. Then push hard on his face his lips sucks in her clit, which set her off. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”.Her body was trembling she had her head was between his legs, as she came. She dismounted from his face, turned back around to face him, straddling his waist she impaled herself on my cock it slipped into her cum soaking snatch. Looking up at her with a smiling face, she smiled back down at him. “Fuck Baby, I don’t know what you are doing to my pussy, but damn, you have me so turned on.. He did tell me once in a moment of drunken confidence that his mother wasvery poor and why he always had to take a lot of cash with him whenever hedrove up to see her in a small rented cottage deep in the countryside ofCounty Galway, and why obviously he'd occasionally then been behind withthe rent. It was obvious too she'd left little if anything for him eitherso it was the least I could do until he could get back onto his feetagain.What always used to puzzle me though was every time he came. At one point I told her "Its a professional massage and no harm in getting your full legs massaged" and I just pulled off the towel.Little did I know that she was wearing a pink lacy panty that day. The boy who was massaging kept his eye away from the panty and was definitely having a good bulge as the sight of my wife lying in a pink hugging top and a pink panty. I was so hard watching my wife giving the boy an erection that I was in pain with all the veins sticking out of my cock. I guess she.