It was completely wet and slippery with her secretions. ‘Uhh… uhh… uhh…’ She moaned throatily. I pushed her sari up to uncover her legs and ...troked her thighs. I stood up and quickly stripped off my trousers & shorts, freeing my hard cock. Her eyes once again latched on to my cock. I was about to kneel between her legs when she stopped me. ‘Wait! Please get a towel.’ She said, glancing at the wardrobe. I opened the wardrobe and fished out a large turkish towel. She raised her hips and I. I got about a mile from my destination when I got a text from Marcus, the ‘Now is good’ text that I am getting used to getting from him. I pulled over and told him I had some work to do and maybe later. He sent back a text saying that he only had an hour and please come over NOW. So here I am, mouth and jaws sore from earlier that day and kinda full, so I sat there and tried to think of a good excuse for NOT going and at the same time I didn’t want to make Marcus feel bad or be disappointed. I. By this time I’d taken almost 100 photos and had yet to see pussy or breasts. I told her to hand the bra out to me and took the shot: as if she, in offering her bra, was offering herself. As I took the bra from her, Anne stood there like some young innocent. Shoulders pulled together, her arms crossed at her wrists, squeezing her breasts together. The viens on the insides of her breasts stood out. There was no sag at all, just perfect cones. In her nervousness her nipples were hard as granite.. Today the Mrs. Wasn't going to be giving me any trouble at all. She was all dressed up in my favorite black see-through negligee right on the doorstep. I like showing off my women and they should be proud to show off to their neighbors that I'm available to service her needs properly, unlike her wimp.Once inside, things were quite routine. She got me my morning beer and then dropped to her knees to suck me off. The slut has improved with practice and I usually have no trouble shooting off my.