One-by-one, I examined those with reason to want me either to be either dead, or dead broke. Each person failed to fill fit the facts, except... Deird...e... My dear aunt had a motive if I accepted that my being discovered cut into her inheritance and – may be more importantly – her father’s attention. If I indulged my suspicious nature, I could imagine Deirdre deciding to bed me was her way of replacing some of the attention she was accustomed to getting from her father. If I went really out on. She let out a quick gasp and tightly closed her eyes when my fingers brushed playfully across the top of her clitoral hood. Facial muscles contorted and relaxed as she fought against her growing arousal. Her face was conflicted as she fought against her rising sexual response to my touch. The more intense the pleasure, the more she struggled for control in a weird game of self-denial. I placed my hands on each side of her hips and turned her body around so that her bare bottom faced me. I loved. She explained that she was getting worried about picking guys up in such public places as we live in a relatively small town she was worried about getting spotted, she wanted me to take her out in the evening to a different town so she could get dressed to the nines and have a few drinks whilst selecting her next stud, I was stunned this was not the Alison that I had married, she went on to tell me she often had fantasised about being a trollop and now that I had given her the excuse she was. And instead of using her hand to do most of the jacking off, Devyani really used her mouth and lips, pumping her head up and down my shaft like the most experienced hooker. I did her doggy style right on the picnic blanket, out in the open so that anyone coming by could have seen us. Such a risk made me almost delirious with desire.Devyani was like a drug, I just couldn’t get enough of her. That night, I was afraid that my wife would be able to smell Devyani’s ripe pussy scent all over me,.