"Got car trouble," I heard someone say as I was looking at the engine asif I knew what everything was, I didn't, but I hid it as best I could."Yes, it...was fine when I parked it, but now, its decided not to work," Isaid as I turned to see who it was. It was a man in a stained mechanicscoveralls, this reassured me, as if anyone here could fix it, he could.I stood back to let him peer in and see what was wrong with it. Afterabout a minute, he moved back and turned to me. "Well, the good news. I walked into the house and hurried into my room to get dressed for the party that would be starting in two hours. Maybe next year I would take a vacation around this time. Then I would not be subjected to having to dress up and feel like idiot. But then I wouldn't be able to take the time off in December to see my family.I got into the shower and quickly washed. I let my fingers lightly glaze over my pussy. I moaned. It had been three years since I had any a boyfriend. I was just too busy and. It wasn't long before she was grinding her hips onto my fingers in a circular motion to the rhythm of my trembling fingers. Her swollen pussy lips were now soaking in her sweet nectar and her clit was sticking out about half an inch like a little erect cock. I took it gently between my finger and thumb and massaged it. The more intense my rubbing of her clit became the more she thrashed about below me until I finally slipped a finger inside her and she squealed in sheer delight as she came. All cleaned up. Nobody in there for a few days. Oral is ‘not-sex’, remember?’ It was probably wrong, but it was my wife who insisted that oral sex wasn’t cheating, and I had to admit, Kelly had the prettiest little pussy I’d ever seen. Hard to believe it was attached to a common street whore. I started playing with her, opening her up, fingering her. She smelled good, and I moved my head forward and tasted her. I hadn’t tasted anyone but my wife for at least six years. After a few minutes I was.