He could her try and get his fingers in her clit but he moved them around stroking and flicking her clit with his fingers until Karen finally found he... voice “Oh please fuck me I need your cock in me now I am almost at my climax and I want you cock in me.” Dan smiled and leaned forward and whispered in her ear “What did you say fuck slut? Did you dare to speak to me without asking permission? Now you will have to be punished slut.”Before Karen could respond Dan removed his fingers from her ass. We were met by his wife, who was a very pleasant woman, chatty and always keen and friendly.I was in a duffle coat for reasons already stated, and we were invited upstairs, where they were watching TV when we called.I could see the glasses of wine were out and mother was offered one and some non-alcoholic glög, which I politely refused.He was staring at me, trying to guess my attire under my closed duffle-coat, but I stood aloof and looked at my mother as she chatted, and when she broached the. "It's not exactly a date now, is it Jill?" No ... I suppose not." Would you like it to be?" Her voice softened perceptibly. Hesitantly, I nodded. Her mouth remained shut, but curled slightly at the corners.There were so many surprises. Margaret steered me, still slightly stunned, to the Landrover. We didn't take the road as I expected, but the gated track behind the house down which we sometimes walked for a breath of fresh air after hours in the overheated library. It was muddy, deeply rutted. “You look wonderful,” I said with an air of unexpected confidence, “absolutely wonderful.” “How does the size appear?” She questioned, moving closer toward me; close enough for me to take in the feint scent of 'Issay Mayake' that lingered from her presence. “The 34C is a brilliant fit, well you already knew that,” I answered, whipping up a head of steam (I was on a roll), “and the first thing I noticed as you alighted from the change room was how well the 'Triumph' panties fitted you. I must.