She put a foot up on the bed which brought her slit within inches of my face. "Do you like the scent my pussy has Peter?" I sniffed then and smelled...her fascinating perfume. I nodded my head enthusiastically. "Touch me Peter," she sighed.I moved my right hand and slid my fingers over the smooth flesh. I traced her slit with a fingertip, then dipped it just inside. Ron had been right. Mrs. Wilson's pussy was very very slippery. She moved her foot back to the floor and pushed me back onto. ‘Do you mind, you could least leave it in the en suite.’ Cynthia Swain had already showered and was putting the final touches to make up, her slender body, dressed in a pink half slip and bra, seated on the padded stool in front of the dressing table was held briefly in the gaze of her husband. ‘Humph.’ Peter grumbled as he picked up the offending towel and threw it casually in the general direction of the pink plastic linen hamper just inside the en suite. Cynthia let out a long exasperated. She felt his need for her prodding against her tummy. One of his hands cupped her breast and she let it explore the outside of her, tingling at his touch and then he was pushing the material higher, revealing her firm uplifted breasts with her nipples straining to reach him. There was a searing flash between her legs as he rubbed his thumb over her and his other hand lifted the hem of her mini dress. She tried to pull his hand away as he let it slide up her thigh, over her silken inner skin but. I asked about her husband and she told he went for a trip to abroad for 2 months. I was so happy listening to that and asked her if she is fine having some drinks. She told she won’t be comfortable here and asked me to have at her apartment and she invited me to her home. I accepted the invitation and we drove to her place. She opened the door and asked me to be comfortable on the sofa and went to change her dress. For the time being, i was involved in watching TV and suddenly I felt a hand on.