I pulled her close to me by her ass, and as she stood hovering over me, I couldn't help but bury my face into that forest of pubes. Her scent was maki...g me crazy, and I shoved my tongue deeper and deeper into her tight little hole. I used my fingers to pry her lips open for better access to her honey pot, and then I added two fingers into her snatch. She was so tight that it took effort to get even two fingers inside her, but when I finally did, she was in ecstasy. I finger fucked her small. " Och...gotta full day...got an inspection, later...then visits from some other fucking thing tonight....right fucking pain" Och, that's bad...you'll not get time to fuck the wee slut then?" "Mmm dinna ken, yet....might get a quicky....she's no in till after tway...might get her te suck me aff...I'll see" Now listen...ave bin watching they vids...right...noo, I reckon, she's gaggin for your fuck hammer in her arse. Right...noo you get that tapped by tomorra...oh an Al...make sure ya rip the. I respected marriage and so I took a back seat, never breathing a word to her about my feelings concerning her or my hatred for her husband. When she arrived at my door I had expected her to be in tears. On the phone she said he was leaving her and that she needed to talk to someone soon. But instead of emotions of any kind she walked in with an expression closer to that of a runway stripper, dropped the trench coat she was wearing and revealed a lacy full body lingerie complete with. She then remembered the way Helen had laced the egg vibrator in her pussy, the ribbon was still on her bed stand. It was a bit fiddly, but she managed to loosely thread the ribbon through all of her piercings. When she pulled on the ribbon, her lips just closed over the eggplant. It was now totally hidden inside of her. She tied a bow in the ends of the ribbon and got out of bed. The sensation of walking around with a fully stretched out pussy felt great. She decided she would leave it in for.