I can’t picture Andrea lyingto me. If Linda was cheating on me, she was beingvery discrete about it.I waited until that Friday. It had been five...dayssince I hired the private investigator. I called himfor a complete report. It was very boring, not onething to indicate Linda had a boyfriend or that shewas cheating on me at all. He told me he hadinvestigated a lot of cheating wives, some wereextremely cunning but he could always tell if theywere cheating. He told me to stop the. ” Which was quickly followed by, “Don’t stop.” I tongued her clit. I purposely didn’t use a finger to tease. I didn’t use a finger, because I didn’t want anything to loosen her up. She would be so tight! It didn’t take long for Laura to have an intense orgasm on my face. There were no further preliminaries. I dropped my pants and my underwear and pushed my dick into her womanly entrance. She was not as tight as I would have expected, probably because she had kept a dildo busy this past year. . On the fourth visit, as i was just leaving we were at the front door saying goodbye when i just decided to go for it and kissed her and to my delight she responded and we had a good hard snog before i left.The next visit we were talking about massages and i ended up with her sat on the floor in front of me as i was on the sofa, she was stripped down to her bra and pants as i massaged her shoulders. I was really tempted to pull down her bra straps and rub her tits but bottled it, much to my. The face -- _her_ face was framed by dark brown hairthat curled as it grew down to her shoulders."I... this isn't right." She unbuttoned her uniform shirt. Somehow,it had become a one-piece with her pants. They fell to the ground.Beneath it, a dark pink tube top struggled to contain a pair of 36-Cbreasts. Her waist had narrowed, the flesh pooling around her hips andbuttocks - she was _packing_ now. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans,the legs shredded to form a sort of skirt that flowed.