You continue the conversation, but gently rest your hand on her thigh, she brushes it off. You start to compliment her, her beauty, her dress sense. S...e's smiling sweetly now.you ask how can a attractive young musalimah is not married, she replies she's divorced. Now time to strike, you take her hand and rest it on your election and ask her does she miss this?She looks away , but you gently turn her head back, you tell her it's okay, nothing to worry about. Then you see she's smiling, and she. " She slid off the bed and walked on shaky legs to the bathroom, slipping her only clothing, her shirt, over her head as she walked in, opened the door to the shower and turned the water on. She adjusted it absent mindedly as her thoughts returned to her masturbation and love making session of the previous night. "I can't believe I let John watch me, but god! I got sooo excited. The look in his eyes... just thinking about it makes me wet..." then she started to laugh at herself, "maybe you're. He put this down to the aristocratic eccentricity she emanated. She stood perfectly still and left her to finish. She did. Looked him in the eye, reclining back once again, legs now crossed again, fingers light touching her pearl necklace. ‘That was yummy Kinghorn,’ she said smiling. He stood still, she looked at him and his penis for some time and reclined back in her seat, pushed back slightly. Uncrossed her legs, and put both of her high heeled black shoes firmly on the floor. She looked. "Well, your husband just came all over my tits already, and it looks like you have some to spare" Erin said laughing"You made him cum already? It usually takes me way longer than that" It was probably from him watching you suck on that real dick" Erin said smiling at me I suddenly found myself embarrassed."Andrews is so big, and yours is so, normal" Erin said smiling"you can say small" I said"But you cum more than I have ever seen"At that my wife stopped sucking his big dick and started.