I did know that Mrs. Horrigan lived alone and had no children or relatives to make life difficult and for the past year I was certain she had not gone...on a single outing with anyone from either sex. In fact, I was the only one she actually engaged in lengthy conversations and to whom she confided details of her married life that made me see her in a different light than the shy and quiet woman at work.During the course of our daily coffee break private conversations, I had carefully groomed her. "You should fuck her," Melvin suggested to Johnny."Doggy?" Johnny asked me. "I know it's your favorite." Okay!" I was low-key proud of Melvin for going with things and even taking things a step further. Johnny entered me from behind and suddenly all the memories of fucking Johnny came rushing back into my mind. I could feel the tension building in my pussy until I couldn't take it anymore.I let out a huge scream as my orgasm broke right on Johnny's dick. My husband rushed to me, grabbed my face. Nothing else mattered as I played her body as if it were a musical instrument,eliciting diferrent erotic sounds as I used fingers and tongue on each and every inch until I finally had to take her, I shall never forget the long,loud moan of pleasure we heard as I slowly entered her and the the regular slapping of our flesh as she put on a superb aural experience for C. After what seemed like an eternity of verbal teasing and physical pleasure Mrs.L had just one goal;to finally orgasm.She. "Sheila sputtered and gawked. "What the hell is this?" she finally was able to ask. "You look like..."John smiled. "Yes, Sheila. I look like you. In fact," he continued, as if reporting the weather, "I am you." What..." Sheila was unable to get past her shock. She felt as if she were looking in a mirror.John took her hands gently and led her to the table. He eased her into her chair, and then sat down opposite her. "You remember when we went to Bikini Beach?" he asked in Sheila's voice. She.