She turned and grabbed the kitchen chair and turned it so she could sit on it and face me. With her back to me she put one of those long tanned legs o... the chair and bent forward slightly so I could see her fingers working along her lips and all the way back to her asshole then back to her lips where she slid two inside before pulling them out and bringing them to her mouth. She turned her head half way so I could see her suck her own juices off of them. Still gyrating her hips to the music she. "Carole looked a little nonplussed, "What did you talk about?" Oh, you know. This and that. Quite a lot about how she lives, being married to The Old Man."Carole looked peeved, "Oh." Was all she said.I paused for a moment, then I said, "Carole, I want to talk some family things through with my brother. Any idea how I could end up in Newcastle for a weekend?" Not off hand. But I'll think about it."And we left it like that until just after lunch, when Carole came to my desk "I did have one idea. But it feels good, please don’t stop.”So instead of getting a little stink finger to go with feeling her up I had to be satisfied with knowing I would probably make her cum. I hoped I would know it when it happened as I rubbed along a line from above her slit to far between her legs.“Excuse me sir,” the old woman’s voice said as she brushed past me at the tag sale. Her voice had pulled me out of the thoughts of my first sexual contact with a long lost girlfriend. I realized my cock was as hard. She soon buries her face deep inside my pussy taking it whole and devouring it in ways I have never have had before. By this time I am moaning slightly while trying to get a control of my body that is fighting my every single respond as her tongue becomes a puppetmaster and I am the puppet. Whatever her tongue does my body immediately responds to it even if it's against my wishes. By this time I just let her have it and let her do as she wishes with me. I was the trap in a ball of ecasty and.