It began as these things often do. They gathered their things, she paid for their food while balancing her coat and juggling her car keys, the muscles...in her legs jumping as they struggled to hold her upright in her shiny black heels. She moved for the glass exit and waited outside for him, leaning against the faded brick of the building. She rummaged through her purse and pulled out her cigarette case, her mind reeling as she pulled one out and hunted out a lighter for it. He appeared on the. Maynard's warm saliva. The dark skin of my shaft was now shining a bright silver. "Mmmph," Ms. Maynard moaned, coming up for breath. A thick, juicy strand of saliva connected the head of my penis to her wet lips. Ms. Maynard's words were drowned as she engulfed my member once again; the only noise to be heard in the room was the wet sound of her expert mouth on my throbbing pike. It was a mesmerizing sight: Ms. Maynard's eyes, wide open and focused, never left my crotch as she continued to. She opens a folder and I see photographs of both of us together. Us naked in the water, kissing, making love. Photos of us in all sorts of positions, some far away, some close up. “Who took these?’ I ask. ”I have a confession. I have a partner in crime. Please don’t be too shocked,” she answers. “Hi Hun,” a familiar voice sounds. I turn around. Oh my god it’s my husband. He walks out from under the trees. I grab the rug to cover myself. Why would I do that, he knows my naked body? He is. His hard prick hurther tender young cunt. She had never even put herfingertip in there before. Her snug little hole was sotight you could have sharpened a pencil in it, at first.Gradually she relaxed and expanded to take his penisinside her. It felt like she was giving birth. Hot tearsran down her cheeks, but she was brave and told him“don’t stop”.The second night it went easier and by the fifth nighthe could slide it right in without hurting her althoughshe felt it. Lord how.