She just laughed and asked what I would get her for her birthday which was on Good Friday that year. The Friday evening after spending a day in church...with my frigid wife, I decided to make my move. As I was about to ring her doorbell, I heard moans coming from a window. I peeked through the window and to my surprise saw the Hadji on her knees! Not praying but being fucked from behind by her friends husband!! I took out my cell and recorded the scene. I called the next day and she was a bit off. “You want me to talk dirty to you in English then?” Her cry of pleasure swallowed her reply as his fingers worked in her. “I should warn you, my English dirty talk is far less refined.” He shifted back onto his knees and pulled her up so she was sitting astride his lap, supported in his arms. She could feel him straining against the confines of his jeans and squeezed her hand between them to release him. “I want to sink my cock in you so deep, Lilly,” he whispered by her ear as she tugged him. Terri apologised, my bedroom had been her home office so I was sharing with her filing cabinets and desk, which was a bit of a mess, and would only have the small sofa bed to sleep on. Terri was in her early 50's, she was about 5 feet 3 inches tall, brunette with an average, quite unremarkable, body but a not unattractive face. She normally dressed in quite unflattering formal work clothes or baggy sweatpants and hoodie which covered her quite small rack. I had never known her to have a. The experience was total. My sexual organs were in spasm and pumping from my diaphragm down to exit at my outer sex lips. I just couldn't move. Then she moved her face closer to my quim and trailed her tongue up onto my belly and paused to fill my belly button with sensations I had not had before. She pushed my dress up past my tits and began to lick my breasts around and around. Her cock had followed her extension of herself and was now throbbing lightly underneath my sex valley. Trapped.