It was the most wonderful and gratifying orgasm of recent memory.As I calmed, she ran her hands through my hair, kissing me softly all over my face an... neck, our whisperings were those of new lovers, caring, complimentary, and praising, what more we wanted to do, and future dates. It was now nearly 3am. After a few more good night embraces and long, deep kisses, we reluctantly said goodnight, so excited and pleased with what we had done, and all the possibilities of this new love.Our final kiss. Esmeralda and my mother laughed too. Sabine watched with interest, but Jacques and Canard were drinking and ignoring our petty squabble.“You helped my nephew beat up a man today, and now you think you are a pimp? What will you do if I don’t let you? Throw a tantrum?” she giggled.I grabbed her hair and stuck two fingers up her nostrils. She resisted and scratched my face with her nails. I slapped her hand hard and told her never to resist me again. I bent her over the table and ripped her corset. As i had fancied her for a long time i offered to accompany her.On the night,i picked her up and was immediately turned on.She had a tight black dress on which emphasised her curves and flaunted her heavy cleavage,which was even more on show because she had chosen to wear no bra.She had black boots on which seemed to highlight her long legs.Despite being in her fifties she was absolutely stunning.The night was enjoyable and towards the end when the dj played some slower tunes she grabbed me. We were out in the countryside at a farmhouse so the journey back was in darkness and over two hours driving. I was flat out in the back and when hubby suggested his friend lift me up he said it was OK, let me sl**p. Un-beknown to him of course, was that I was resting, slightly d***k, but not out of it. Within the first ten minutes it was obvious to me, my companion in the back was feeling frisky, as he now held my head in his lap, and as my husband and front seat companion chatted, his hand.