Driving around randomly after work I passed a dirty Winnebago bus that was sitting in someone’s back yard for what must have been the fifth time. My...back brain knew what I was looking for even if my front brain was too oblivious to see it. I stopped in front of the house, hobbled to the front door and rang the bell. A young woman answered the door. I gave her my best homely grin. “Ma’am, I’d like to buy your camper.” I got the damnedest reaction from her. She looked terrified! She backed away. Finally able to run programs as the computer slowly comes to life, flicking the keys, she leans back on her seat as she sees his private page was downloaded, now appearing in front of her on the screen. Heartbeat escalating, searching down the list, she finds his list of passwords for his sites. Leaning closer to the computer, glancing around herself from one side of the room to the other, slowly shaking her head at the thought of somehow being watched from through her second story window,. “Divorced?” I asked. “How did you know?” Alisa asked. “Well, for starters,” I replied, “you don’t have on a wedding band. Second, you’re strikingly beautiful and I would find it hard to believe you made it to thirty without attracting the eye of a man or two…” “Thirty five,” Alisa remarked, correcting my age guess. “…And you dress to impress…” I finished off. I could tell she appreciated the compliments by the smile that eased across her face. “ ...And you’re married,” Alisa remarked, looking. His thickness filled my pussy just as it had my mouth minutes before. I began to bounce my ass as I moved backwards so that his dick hit my spot with force. I looked at the mirror and watched him watching my ass move up and down. He leaned over and licked my asshole as it rose in the air. ‘Fuck me harder’ I commanded. ‘you want it harder?’ he asked as he began to pound me with the same force I had come to love. He rubbed my clit with one hand and my breast with the other never missing a beat..