Her bush was well trimmed, light coloured and wispy but around her lips she was smooth and hairless. Her outer lips were puffy and engorged, a trickle...of juice ran down over her perineum and onto her little hole. It was absolutely stunning. I lowered my head and gently flicked her lips with my tongue, barely touching them. She immediately flinched and took a sharp intake of breath. I flicked out again, this time a little more purposefully, flicking my tongue from side to side over the length of. Her husband worked six days a week so that was easy. On Sunday he was glued to the TV so she did laundry and we screwed while the clothes washed.She was relaxing more and more. I asked her how our sex compared to what she had with her husband. Her report was that he cared little for her pleasure, unlike me. His penis was about the same size but mine was more “eager.” She meant firmer and aroused more easily. He would not do oral sex and she took to it like candy.He did comment that she seemed. She did not show as much, but was still damned hot.We sat down and had small conversation about how hot she looked. She said it was all in my mind, young guys don’t want an old woman in her late 30s when they have women in their 20s. I said you are so wrong, play along with me and you will see. I will go away leave you here for a half hour or maybe an hour and watch young guys hit on you. She said your wrong, but O.K. and with that I left and sat far away where I could see her and she could see. "You fucking bitch! Fucking cunt! You still think you're better then me! I'll show you!" he roared. Sarah was obviously smug and proudo f herself even though she was still in great pain. And obviously Fergus figured that was about to change. Fergus reached into his backpack. "You're going to be sorry bitch... Real sorry." Fergus growled. He grabbed what he was looking for and let the backpack drop out of his grasp. It was a tube and a funnel. He put his free hand on her mouth and forced it open.