With practiced ease her hand resumed its motion, slowly wanking and squeezing my cock with barley a movement showing outside my jeans to betray the gl...rious dance that was occurring inside them. She edged a bit closer to me allowing her hand to reach down and fondle my aching balls, caressing up as if determined to milk the spunk from them. A few more strokes like this and I could feel my thighs begin to tremble and my cock seemed to swell even more. I put my glass back on the table and hunched. He took her right nipple in his mouth and nibbled on it gently. Sarah gasped and ran her hands through his hair. He moved to her left nipple and flicked it gently with his tongue as he pressed his hand against her crotch. Sarah cried out. He rubbed her pussy with his index finger. God, she was so wet. With a gasp, Ricky sank to his knees in front of her. Sarah spread her legs apart and hooked her right leg over his shoulder. He pressed his mouth against her pussy, pushing his tongue in deep. . ”“Speak soon?”“Okay. I’ll send you a message.”“Have a good day Penny.”“You too, Will.”I pressed the red button to end the call and swore out loud.What was it about me that made me do such stupid things? I was nearly fifty-two for Christ’s sake. Why couldn’t I go to garden centres or wives groups, or do flower arranging like other women my age?Why did the contents of my knickers have to get me into so much trouble?*“I need you to let me see him one more time,” I said anxiously over dinner that. His mouth was hot and wet on my dick, which was quickly getting hard, so I pulled my t-shirt off too and touched his frizzy hair as he bobbed up and down on me. I was getting impatient now, and wanted to get at his cock, so he suggested a sixty-nine. First though, I had to unzip his skirt, pulling it down off his hips so he was just in the top and the black knickers, his hairy genitals poking out from them. I lay back on the sofa and he got on top of me, adjusting his position until he could.