Perfectly round symmetrical bum cheeks and a wonderfully deep cleft separating them. I couldn’t resist it; drawing my face closer I began to kiss he... bum cheeks, soft, smooth, softer than any pillow on which my head as ever rested, then pulling them apart I ran my tongue down her deep bum crack to taste the piss around her tight little arse hole. “You taste fucking delicious Patricia. Such a perfect arse, so fuckable” I said breathlessly and eager to taste more.I couldn’t put off the inevitable. Dorman watched in amazement as the hot wife continued watching his cock as her tongue would slightly lick her lipstick covered lips. He knew it was only a matter of time before his married neighbor would be wrapping them around his dick. He grinned in anticipation of what he had in store for her. Mrs. Jackson was lost in the moment of craving her neighbor’s thick cock. She wanted to be filled with him again as he banged deep in her pussy. The thought of him fucking her again began making her. Eating slowly, having to force each bite to stay down, he finally finished the meal, paid for it and, left the restaurant an hour later. Driving slowly he returned to the road past Stickner's place. Susan's car was still there. After driving aimlessly for over an hour he again drove by Stickner's. His wife's car was still there.He drove home, his mind seething, wondering what was left of his marriage and the life he had enjoyed. He wondered if he would ever smile again.The remainder of the day. I was walking down a street and running alongside the pavement was a small brick wall about a foot tall, newly built to house a flower display – a pretty affluent part of town!Being the mischievous young man I am, I jumped up on top of the wall and walked along the top of it in a wire walk tribute but without the danger of high atmosphere.Running parallel to the wall on my left was a six foot plus tall wooden fencing surrounding what I assumed to be a garden to a house. Now that I was standing.