He didnt seem to have any complaints. She gripped his shirt with her free hand and pushed him back. He looked down at her as she fumbled with his belt... He chuckled at her as he reached down to undo his belt. She blushed lightly as she unbuttoned his pants and his zipper. She took his semi-hard dick in her hand and started to stroke him. "Fuck... you're not wasting any time are you?" He said in a low moan. She smiled at him and came up to him slipping her tongue in his warm mouth. Her hand still. I rubbed the tip of my cock while I smelled the sexy divorced babe’s used thong.I guessed Vivian was downstairs, since I could hear the TV was on.So I pulled out my hardening cock and began stroking it, as I continued pushing her used thong under my nose. I then put the tiny cloth and wrapped it around my dick.I suddenly heard a noise behind me and I got frozen. I turned my back slowly. Vivian was there, looking at me. Looking at her thong wrapped around my hard cock.She was now wearing only a. I dried her off a little with a towel and pulled the new t-shirt on her. It was too big, but that was good. It went on easier over her wet skin. All she had on down below was a bikini bottom and I stood her up so I could get it off. Averting my eyes as much as possible, I lifted her feet and pulled the shorts up, tying the drawstring when they were on. I put her arms in the robe and tied the sash. Her hands were still covering her face and I picked her up and carried her into the spare bedroom.. She noticed it when she turned back to face me and smiled a little. It almost seemed like she was trying to make me hard on purpose. She came back to me and held of my rigid cock. I gasped a little. She started to move the washcloth slowly along the length of my penis. ‘I can imagine that you find your situation favorable. Having sex with willing ladies on a waiting list, being encouraged to have orgasms for the good of humanity, being the one sought after due to the disproportionate ratio of.