There was no sign that she had been heard."Spooky noises!" Angela exclaimed as she and Celia headed for the door of the cottage."What WAS that? It sou...ded like some strange bird or something. Could be an owl, I guess. We'll ask Krysta; she'll know," Celia said as she opened the door.The two girls stepped through the door into the dark of the lounge. As Angela fumbled for the light switch Celia pushed the door shut.Before she could turn the light on, Angela felt someone grip her hand, spin her. I slowly lifted my face drenched with her juice as she relaxed her body and lay before me, completely exposed. I couldn’t believe my luck. The very first woman whom i was enjoying was Anitha, the woman my friends and I fantasized about day and night. She handed me a towel to wipe my face and sat up. We were both now sitting at the edge of the bed, side by side. Her lustful moans kept echoing in my head; making my tool hard again. I guess she noticed it as well and grabbed it in her hand. I. More like elated. Your dick has ended my marriage Mr Petersen, you see? A very long and unhappy marriage. I would like to thank your dick personally for that. Put another way, if you want him to resign quietly then you better make me scream.” Helen watched that register as Susan decided to chip in. “I’ll pay triple your going rate to join in!” her voice was husky and breathless and Helen couldn’t help but smile as her friend glared at the crotch of the poor man. She faced her friend and. I emptied my load into her too.I asked her if I was as good as her self-induced sexual gratification. She said that I was much better, that I was better than her husband, and that I was better than all of her previous lovers too.Mrs. Turner was not in any hurry to get dressed and go after that. We stayed naked and drank some tea as we talked about my ex-wife and her husband. Mrs. Turner wasn’t the mean hearted bitch that I thought she was.She was fifty-five years old and going through.