It made her feel alive. It made her aroused. She was wetter than ever."Yeah she's got it!" laughed Claude. "She's got one lucky husband if she's like ...his at home!"If only he knew she mused. It soon changed into, "God if my husband knew!" which hit her like a bolt of lightening. Concentrate lady she thought, just think about the dog. Claude quickly told her where she was to go and that she was already late. He would ring the photographer and apologise. He would ring again shortly after that, if. We were facing each other. Suddenly I received message and when I checked it was Seema.I was wondering she is sitting right in front of me and still she is messaging me. I was smiling silently while reading the message. The message said “boy isn’t your dick paining”. I replied “yes”. She replied again “does it need a massage.” The thought of massage aroused me and I forgot to reply her message. Only thing I could do was smile and nod my head also my dick was standing straight in my cargo. Her aroma was strong, but surprisingly not unpleasant and I was shocked to feel how wet she was.“The faster you make me cum baby the faster you can get home,” she chided.My fingers spread her thick pussy lips and I pressed my tongue against her wet hole.“That’s it baby, like momma’s pussy.”I began to lick her pussy lips and her hand went to my head. Her fingers massaged my scalp encouragingly as I tasted her sweet juices. My tongue began to move, as if it knew where to go and soon I lost myself. She said you and she are best friends.”“Yes.”“I’m Ricardo, by the way.” I knew I said my name already but I didn’t know hers yet so this was a good way to fish for it.“Amy.”“Great to meet you Amy. Do you mind if I slide over some of the things on this end table so I can show you?”“Sure.” She came over and moved most of the items.I set up my plastic bottles on the table.I picked up the honey mustard one for example and unscrewed the cap.“As you can see, the pickle juice is applied to the cock.