He flicked the back of her skirt up again and pushed against her. She started grinding onto him. There was no doubt he was pushing in, changing the da...ce completely. My wife, the drunken slut was definitely moving more backwards and forwards now, not just rubbing against this dirty-dancing stranger. She frantically searched the dance floor for me, again thinking she was in the clear she sighed deeply. I moved even closer now. Every now and then, he would flick her dress up all the while keeping. Pleasure doesn’t come close to explain the sensations I was experiencing. He sucked gently on my clit, and pushed his tongue deep inside my gaping, aching, hole. Pulled my puffy, pink lips, into his mouth and lapped up my hot sticky juices. I’d been eaten before, but it’d never felt this good.It was amazing! Toomuch more of this and I’d cum. “Oh Jake, please, fuck me now!” I begged him.He lifted his head and looked deep into my eyes.“Yes, Mum”, He answered, as if I’d asked him to do something. Kissing deeply I let my hands pull up H’s shirt. I press our bellies skin to skin; knowing this intimacy will please her to no end. H can’t help but respond with a slight thrusting of her hips and a groan deep in her throat. I lift H by the shoulders removing her shirt and lacy black bra, as she removes my belt. My cross necklace swings forward and bumps her skin."Take that thing off. I can't fuck you when you are wearing a cross, it makes feel like a sinner. And I am not even religious," H. "Let's go inside." Don't rush me," she said, watching his penis move. "I've never gotten a close look at one of those before ... not a real one, anyway." We're standing in the middle of the patio," he pointed out."And you said nobody could see us," she said in return."OK," he said, realizing this wasn't going to be like anything he had ever done before. His ex-wife would have nothing to do with skinny-dipping, or wandering around the house naked, landscaping or no landscaping.While he let her.