”I was amazed. “Does he know you are sleeping with me?”“Not yet but I will tell him. What’s the big deal? Sex is like our other needs. We ne...d to eat and drink and shit and fuck to stay healthy. The biggest difference for sex is it’s better with a partner.”My curiosity was really going now that she was answering so openly, “Was he your first?”“Oh, no! I waited until I was your age. We had an older hired hand then who taught me how to do it well. I fucked him frequently for a year until he left. Casually working her way through the quad. Oblivious to the stares that followed her.She definitely was attractive. Long, thick, black, curly hair that cascaded down her back in thick luxurious waves. Eyes that danced with a mischievous light, and a smile that would light up the darkest, deepest cave, in the very deepest bowel of the earth. She looked Latina. Even from where I was sitting, reading "The Kite Runner," I could see how self-assured she was. That steely grace that only a woman who. I put her bra on and taking the other pair of tights and panties I walked through to her and her husband’s bedroom. I went to a wardrobe and found Kathy’s clothes and shoes. I picked up the pair of court shoes she wore to work and inhaled her sweaty foot odour. Fortunately she has feet only one size smaller than me so I was able to easily put them on. She was a shoe dangler and I loved to watch her do this and loved the sound of her foot being put back in her shoe. I kept lifting my heel. Her slight bucking increased in tempo as she felt the build up of the first climax. She felt hot. The tongue was relentless. Her own wetness, and his, drove her into uncontrolled imagination. Thoughts of men, objects, demons flashed through her collapsing mind in seconds as her body went rigid and a rippling wave of orgasm brought her to the heights of release only to let her crash down again as it passed. She lay there panting hard. And still the tongue lapped on. She now knew better than to.