Like family tradition or something?" I don't know, I'm just fucking horney and I'm so happy!" It's fun! Let's all have fun!!"And she just went right b...ck to sucking his dick. I still wasn't sure if this was real life or just I had more to drink then I thought. Either way, despite the the knot in my stomach, I was getting very aroused watching my sweet, satin bride being such a slut. I knew she wasn't herself, which told me my shitty uncle must have given her something to make her this way. What. I froze. “Wow” I said. All I could think about is this older woman lying in front of me with one little strip of hair coming from her clit and very perky nipples just begging to be sucked.She had her legs spread and hooked her legs around my ass and pulled me in close to her. She leaned up, grabbed my cock, and guided me towards her throbbing wet pussy as she leaned in and kissed me. Lube? No fucking way. She was so drenched that you could see her juices dripping down the side of the red Jet. All thoughts of what I was going to buy in the store vanished from my mind as I found myself following them.As they stopped and looked at some picture frames I too stopped and pretended to do the same. I was looking at her legs when her husband turned and looked at me and smiled. I quickly looked away and as they moved on I carried on following them. Then suddenly they turned and started to walk towards me. My eyes instantly went to her deep red lipstick and as they walked past me she smiled. Thursday finally arrived and I got myself ready for my meeting with David Fielder at Trident. I dressed in a new outfit I'd bought recently. I wore a smart black and white houndstooth suit. The skirt was modestly knee length and came with a sharply cut double-breasted jacket. Underneath I wore a pair of hi cut black lace knickers and charcoal stockings. Under the jacket I put on a cream see-through blouse and no bra. For the journey in to town, I kept the jacket buttoned but open at the top.