He began sucking my nipple and massaging my breast hard. I felt the breast emptying. I also felt his other hand move down my body until it was inside ...y panties. My body was open to him as he rubbed my clit and played with the flesh just inside my vagina.When I finally had the orgasm I flooded the bed and while I jerked in convulsions he milked my breast as a farmer would milk a cow. When I finished, the room stank and I was soaked. "Clean yourself and call me tomorrow and beg. Your mother has. Claire lifted up and as she did a glob of my cum dropped out of her pussy. "That was a big load." Claire said with a smile. I had never known this woman to be so nice. She moved her moth to my cock and started to clean me up and as she did my cock got hard again. This time she puled me on top of her, my cock sliding easily into her. I thrust for a minute or two before blowing another load deep inside her. "My husband will be home soon, we should get cleaned up." Claire said. We both showered. Then, things changed. We changed. Our conversations became laden with sexual tension and a deep longing to be together. We often talked about our first meeting and what it would be like. When the day finally arrived I remember being incredibly nervous. Thousands of Lush black boxes, and long nights of lust-filled phone calls had all culminated into this moment. We were finally going to meet in person. I arrived at the meeting spot first and I didn’t have to wait long. When his truck pulled into. She was cursing like a sailor but showed no sign of wanting me to stop and I continued making her cum over and over again.After what I gauged to be about 10 minutes (who was watching a fucking clock?!?!) I finally decided my cock had become desensitized to the point where it was time. I sat back on my knees and she lay there panting like a freight train praying or at least calling out to God over and over again. Her reprieve lasted only a moment as I lifted one leg around me, grabbed her hips.