"You're ahead of me."She unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her feet, while Yvette slid her blouse down her arms. They kissed again... this time not so wildly but more patiently, tenderly, feelingly, exploring and renewing their feelings with slow, aching passion.While they kissed, Laura gently skimmed the spaghetti straps of Yvette's slip off her shoulders, pulling the slip down so she could get her fingers on Yvette's bra clasp. Yvette's fingers had already found Laura's.. 'Tea, Coffee', I asked, his after-shave caused my nostrils to flare, as I drank his smell in, making my nipples harden and tingle as he passed me, suddenly and without reason, I could feel my pussy secrete, and it was starting to slightly run down my inner thighs, fuck I could scream, with frustration.'I just wanted to know if you wanted anything from town', he said in his fatherly way, 'but if you insist', he laughed, 'I will take a tea', I was happy, for what I don't quite know, perhaps. I continued to tongue her and she started to get worked up again.All of a sudden she spun off me, and impaled herself on my dick. She rode me, and I met every thrust. Her pussy felt perfect, tight and yet slippery, and I could feel her orgasm boiling for about the third time, but this time she didn't stop, and we both rode to shattering orgasm. Pamela collapsed onto me and I kissed and nibbled her and was touching her all over. I could feel a deep scar on her left side and traced it with my. " "She is talking about divorce? Hmmmm. That is interesting. It is possible that you have tripped her trigger and she is intoxicated with having great sex again like when she was young. Do you know if she has had other lovers?"I shook my head. "Not that I know of." "Have you been with anyone else since you ah, got involved with her?" No." I lied. It was a good lie, if I understood what was going to happen, or could happen, it was the right lie. "Do you want to?"I hesitated just long enough to.