She smiled and started to make small talk. We talked back and forth for a while, but something wasn’t right. I do not remember what I said, but at t...at point she seemed to get distant. I asked her what was wrong. She said it was nothing. I said “It is obviously something, come on, out with it.” I didn’t expect what I heard next. She started to tell me that she and her husband had been having trouble. She said that her husband had an ongoing affair with some young bartender, and that they had. I have to be honest here. I never went down on women before Helen. I always thought it was nasty. I know the damn double standard thing. It wasn't that; I just had never done it before.After one of our dates when I was pretty drunk, Helen scooted up the bed and planted her wet pussy over my face. I could hardly breathe. Finally she rose up a couple of inches and told me to start licking. I found out it wasn't so bad and continued until she came on my face. After that time I didn't have as much. Hands grabbed my boobs, squeezing and pinching my nipples whilst my hands were redirected to more cocks. Each time I began stroking, another would push it away and move into my hand. They were getting their full use of my body. Each thrust Mr Hutchingson made brought me closer to my orgasm and with each suck I made the other zombie come closer to his. My tongue carried on circling his head, determined to give me yet another prize. He was reluctant at first but with a few more rotations of my. Not everyone was visible, partially obscured by their canvasses. That’s good! If only they would all hide behind them then they would not see her. Ah, she realised why the faces that were looking were wearing such confused expressions. She was not naked. She hesitated. Should she just stand up and take the robe off? Where would she put it? Across the back of the chair? Over the chair would be better for comfort. But then how should she sit? Whilst these thoughts fell over each other in her.