She could have asked him to turn away while she put her bikini back on, she could have put a robe on in the house, but no, here she was waving her pus...y in the poor kid's face. Talk about being unfair. You can be such a bitch sometimes she thought. She paid Denny what she owed and was considering how much to tip him when the idea hit her. She was shocked that she had even had the thought, but what the hell, it's my fault. She'd sat Denny down in a chair next to the pool and then she had knelt. She pushed her hand down to her pussy again and brazenly rubbed it in front of him, just yards away and still on her knees. She asked him if he would pull his cock out for her. He did as his shorts slipped down and he immediately began stroking it. His cock was thick and hard. He expertly pulled on it and smiled at her. She could feel her pussy getting hotter and she knew she had to have him.She told him that his cock would feel better in her mouth. He closed the couple of yards quickly and she. She loved every moment of it, telling him to bite her as hard as he could on the top of her right shoulder, not stopping until he’d broken through, drawing blood no less. He heard her throaty laughter of encouragement as he relentlessly pounded into her, biting her neck as though he was trying to tear off a juicy piece of meat from its bone. It was as though he was vampire, she his willing, clutching and up thrusting victim. As he approached his climax he lost track as to how hard he was. "Like hell... I'll wait! I came home to you... like a good husband... and I'll be damned... if I'll be put off" He hauled her up to him, forcefully slamming his mouth down on hers, like some savage animal, his tongue splaying her lips, as it shot into her mouth, exploringly, tasting and savoring the sweetness of her mouth.... But, Betty was having none of that... at that horrible hour of the morning and with her husband in such a drunken state. She tried to writhe away from him, to escape his.