” She had no idea of what to wear; she usually wore dress clothes to her job, and had not dated too much in the last few years, since her divorce. S...e spied something in the back of the closet that caught her eye. A few years prior, she had purchased a wild outfit to show herself off, for then husband, after she had caught him cheating on her with his secretary. “Let him eat his heart out,” she had thought, “I’ll be the wild-child and then dump his sorry ass.” The bright-red, vinyl micro mini. I lean in, taking in all of her sent as I let my tongue roam around her warm, moist pussy. Sucking and flicking her clit with my tongue, I could feel her body quivering with excitement as her orgasm builds up. I enter in one finger, moving it against her G-spot as I still lick her clit. I enter in another one, that’s all that I could put in. I speed up the thrusting of my fingers and speed up the movement of my tongue, feeling her body shake with the intense build up of her orgasm. Her juices. Shedid, and she gasped when she saw what she had revealed.Brad’s soft, hanging prick was at least two inches longerthan her husband’s “hardon.” But the thickness was moreimpressive than the length. She knew she should berepulsed, but involuntarily her hand grasped his shaft. It was too thick for her fingers to grasp. As she heldhim, she felt the heat and weight of him. She noticed hismassive testicles, each about half again as large as ajumbo egg. And then she felt the. Moving higher, he came to her thighs, those most sensitive, highly erotic and underrated parts of a woman's body, that my time with Lisa had educated me. Belying his stout demeanour, Paul adminstered delicate kisses all along her upper thighs, occasionally painting the smooth skin with flowing licks and light nibbles. All of his actions were slow, loving and deliberate as he steadily advanced up towards the panty-covered apex between her thighs.Part of a two-strong secret audience, I was.