Instead, I pushed through the vestibule and entered a brightly lit nave. Above me, behind me, out of sight, was a boisterous choir practice. All women... unless Little Anthony and his cousins were in this part of Queens. I didn’t recognize the hymn, nor the language. Later, on the train back to DC, I tapped Dr. Google on the shoulder. Polish. Well, Kalinowski. Made sense.I looked around, didn’t see anyone in the nave, nor in the sanctuary behind the rail. To the right, a door in a wooden. Anyway on this night, chas had been pretty insistent that I should wear a nice short skirt and stocking, so I went along with his request, anyway we met up with I shall call him Brian, at the pub and hubby found us a table though it wasn’t in a corner or anything, and there was people sitting all around us at other tables.So as the night progressed, and a glass of wine, the chat was flowing nicely, reliving old times, I was enjoying myself,Brian was witty which I always like in a man, and. While i was licking her boobs i tried to slip my hand in to her salwar. she was shocked and pushed my hand away. I held her hand and then put my hand inside her salwar. I rubbed her pussy slowly over her panties. Her protests slowed down as she began to like this new sensation.I then put my hand inside her panties and started rubbing her pussy lips. Then i put one of my finger inside her pussy. She gasped. I very slowly and carefully inserted my finger fully inside her to get her used to the. Already my jaw was straining to accommodate his thickness.I am a bit of an airhead I admit that, and very naive, but I’m not stupid. I always make the best out of any situation. But the situation I found myself in was in my home, in my living room with a cock the size of my arm invading my mouth. My husband was away, so was my son. Nobody could help me but myself at that moment. So I did what I had to do.I grabbed the base of his cock and starting to pump it, and with all the strength I could.