It stood to reason that a woman of 40 would have a past. That past, Tina had led me to believe, was extremely uneventful. Ever since her teens, she’... been determined to be a celebrated author. She’d taken a series of low paid, dead end jobs so that she could concentrate on her writing. Writing meant everything to her, and she’d never married. It’s often the way that we don’t get what we want until we’ve almost given up on it. When I met my wife, she was coming to terms with the idea that her. ” It was Erin the bartender and her warm and friendly tits.“Hi Erin. I didn’t think that you were on the market.”What else can you say when a woman with a large warm personality is hugging you and crushing her large warm personalities against your back?“Why do I have to find out second hand that you and Lynn are doing the horizontal bop?”“Because, Erin, I am not the kind of guy to go around bragging about my good fortune or talking about the woman I sleep with.”“Well, first, I am so happy that. I had to say, the sounds of her sucking me off were just great. Holding her head gently, yet firmly, I then proceeded to pump my hips fast into her mouth. I was mouth-fucking her now, and despite some ‘Mphf!’ noises, she took that, so I slowed, then worked back out to her cheek, then out her mouth, letting her lips and tongue work the outside as they had done before, before working my way to back of her throat one last time. My hips were tightening, and couldn’t stand much more, but damn was it. We found a nice little taverna on the outskirts of the village. My wife was dressed in a very short dress with a plunging neckline. She was looking as hot as I could ever remember.We were soon seated, and drawing the attention of the waiters. We had just finished our starter, when my wife went to the ladies' toilet. When she returned she revealed that she had removed her knickers. At every opportunity she was opening her legs, giving the waiters a view of her wet, swollen pussy.When we had.