Standing in the doorway was the store manager, Ms Webster. Not Miss Webster or Mrs Webster…it was Ms Webster a hard edged, no nonsense businesswom...n. She was about the same age as my mother, but there was nothing warm or motherly about her. Her clothes were always sharp, her makeup and hair perfect. She was the first female store manager for the company and she didn’t get the job by being “nice.” She may have been attractive once, but many years fighting the “old boys club” gave her a. "I heard that you had moved to the village and I live nearby, I wondered if I could visit you or we could meet. Only if you want to of course." Yes, Beverley I would like that very much it would be lovely to see you again after all these years."Arrangements were made for Beverley to visit Maureen's cottage the next day and both women had their fingers between their legs that night whilst thinking about events of thirty-five years earlier.Maureen Smyth had had a number of lesbian affairs over. As I attempted to push more of my cock into her ass, she screamed telling to hold it. I did as she asked and held my position, she then reached back with both hands spreading her buns as wide as she could. She then said OK and I pushed some more. She had me halt one more time before I finally plunged my cock to the hilt inside her ass. And after a couple of thrusts she said in a very loud voice, “Oh baby this is just how I remember it, only better. Oh what a fantastic sensation, I just love it,. He sat down at the desk, uncomfortable with the fact that he was already hard just remembering the last time. She didnt speak, she just stopped at the desk in front of his and placed one shiny black high heel on the chair and started adjusting her stocking, he could see right up her skirt, he could see the lace at the top of her stocking and the ribbon of her garter belt and the darkness that was obviously black knickers. His arousal was urgent and swift, he had no idea about what to do and.