She would stay in my spare bedroom one night and we would stay at her house one night also. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as her hand slipped...inside her shirt and began to play with her nipple. I watched as it became hard and extended under her tank top. Her short little skirt barely covered her legs but I tried to keep from noticing. Until I heard her moan accidentally. I turned to look at her and her eyes met mine. She came up and over to me and kissed me full on my lips. Now my. I reached over and put my hand up the back of Mrs O's dress and she bent forward and parted her legs allowing me to slip my fingers inside her and she pushed back as i began to finger fuck her pussy. By this time the woman in the circle was now naked and on her knees with a cock in her mouth and another in her hand while the crowd around her urged her on. It was at this point that i saw Mrs O put her hand over her mouth before turning to me and whispering that the woman in the middle was one of. ’ ‘Thanks, Abner,’ She headed off to the dining room quickly, momentarily forgetting S that Donovan wasn’t waiting for her there. Her pace slowed as soon as she remembered, and she entered the cold, empty room somberly. Abner served her silently, and she thanked him quietly, as usual. Breakfast had never seemed so long. They usually ate silently, anyway, but it was different with his obvious absence. She looked up at his chair constantly, but he wasn’t there. She missed the way he cleared his. For a thirty-year-old mother of two Trish was hot! Both of her kids were old enough to be in school so she was alone. Trish had on a micro mini skirt on that hardly covered her panties when she stood let alone when she squatted down or bent over. I just had to go out and see what she was up to. The truth was I just wanted a better look at her fantastic body and gorgeous face. She had won a few local beauty pageants in her late teens and early twenties. I had a secret crush on her in high.