This was a sexy, sultry, little harlot who had no problems expressing what she wanted and how to go about it! He didn’t know what happened to her, b...t he wasn’t about to argue the point!She wrapped her legs around his hips and started grinding into him. “Yes, baby, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she cried out. He pumped in and out like a maniacal oil derrick, leaning over and crushing his lips to hers. Her pussy felt so good on his hard cock.He felt her pussy muscles starting to tighten around. “Victor,” she sang in her Scottish lilt, “James and I were talking about your visit, and your news about your sister. Would you consider coming to us for Christmas and Hogmanay? There are going to be a few guests who come every year. Better than being on your own, and you’ve been through a wee bit of trouble from what we’ve read in the papers.”Victor was delighted. “Thank you Bridget,” he smiled, “I was just wondering what to do about Christmas, and I had decided to try to find a hotel. But. She was over for a visit like a hundred times before. Both housewives but our k**s all in school and old enough that they go back and forth on their own now. We had been outside sunbathing, our yard was pretty private so we were nude. I think for me it was harder, having to relive sexually dealings with her there naked. For her it was (they’re boobs) or what have you, no real thought or feeling as we were close friends. Along with sex and ki d talk, not together. She was complaining about her. Greg realized that she must have been sunbathing topless and had quickly grabbed the other half of her bikini when she took off after her hat. “Here,” he said, holding it out to her. She reached for it with her book hand, took the hat but dropped the book. She bent to pick it up showing Greg her bare back with her bra straps dangling on both sides. Quickly she stood up, but again dropped the book. This time Greg picked it up for her. “I’ll hold it for you,” he said, indicating that he would.