C. Fields who said a virgin was ‘young, female, and ugly.’ Well, I’m neither the first nor the last of those items.’ ‘Didn’t he also say, ...��It was a woman who drove me to drink, but I never got a chance to thank her’?’ She laughed. And with that chuckle, I was about to kiss her and make my move, but I was pre-empted. She got up over me, straddling my cock, and plopped herself down on me with a small wet sound, impossible to define. God, did she feel good. Entering her pussy was truly the. After teasing my nipples I moved along to full on boob grab. Cupping my entire, or at least what my small hands can hold.At this point, I had not allowed myself to feel my pussy. I knew that it was wet. I knew that it had started pooling. I knew as soon as I let my legs open, my juices would just start to drain and leak out all over my sheets. But I could no longer resist the temptation. I began to open my legs, my wet lips spreading apart the further they opened. As expected, my juices slowly. From inside I dimly heard her voice inviting, no, instructing me, to enter.I slowly walked into the beautifully decorated sitting room to find it empty. The large double doors that led into the bedroom were both wide open giving me a clear view of the bed where Josie and I had spent so many happy times. I could see Claire's husband spread-eagled across one side of it, in his shirt sleeves with his trousers comically bunched around his ankles. His fat gut was over-hanging his huge white boxers. Her body language changes slightly, taking on less of an aggressive stance, more of a passive, almost “little girl” posture, less arrogant. Her tone is more mild, the tone of someone that’s modestly accepting a complement with just a hint of surprise.“And… How do I look?” She asks as she straightens her blouse inadvertently gliding her hand over the ample cleavage the blouse barely covers.“You look… …really hot.”She has no reply. She seems a bit embarrassed by my honesty.Her eyes move down to.