I advised that we drive back the same way to which she smiled. On our way back my activities continued in full swing. After some time I released her r...ght hand from the steering wheel and made it rest on my thigh. She got the clue and moved slowly over to my dick. I felt her massage and squeeze that monster from outside the clothing. After some time she moved up and tried to unzip my pant. I helped her in that and she moved her hand inside and stared feeling the cock over my under wear. I was. I turned up at her house and knocked lightly on the door as not to alert the k**s and she opened in a dressing gown, we went into the kitchen and snogged and she said i hope your wife wasnt exaggerating about your size and how good you are, i was a bit shocked and said been talking about me then and she said of course thats why your here, she led me into her front room where a bed setee had been pulled down she got on turned roud and pulled off her dressing gown to reveal white push up bra. Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp.Her hand was rubbing along her stomach as it seemed to rise further yet, or what she could reach anymore. I was getting so turned on by this, seeing her grow like this, I could not seem to help but make it faster. Samantha was moaning already, and had this determined but pleasured expression on her face as she continued.Gulp, gulp, gulp.Another several shots of semen, each one seeming larger than the last, came through into her mouth and down her throat. She seemed to. I almost laughed at the words “struggle for the working classes”; Cathy had never had to struggle in her life, and she was just as much a part of the ‘establishment’ as I was. I can’t say I was very surprised at how things had turned out between the two of us; thinking about it, this was coming for quite a while. Still, it still didn’t make things easier, first Megan, and now Cathy leaving me.And Dream of YouMonday Morning, June 21, 1976I folded up Cathy’s letter, and put in on the kitchen.