I got her some juice and sat close to her in the same bean bag.I could feel her breath fastening. I could feel that she was nervous. I knew she wanted...it. So I slowly rested my head on her shoulder while talking. She turned and looked at me. Our faces were so close. She leaned a bit forward. I couldn’t control it anymore. I put my hand on her cheeks, pulled her closer, and kissed her lips.She had the softest lips, with strawberry lip gloss on. We started the kiss gently. I put my hand on her. One very hot day my Aunt strangely sent me on a somewhat odd errand to the Coop shop in the local village. She put her list and some money in a purse on the table. It was odd because I remember studying it and thinking that half the stuff on it we already had in the fridge. I certainly didn’t complain though, I was a little bored and looking forward to the long three miles country walk along the remote lane by the river with the two dogs for company, perhaps she had sensed that I was bored and. I quickly said yes and she told me she couldn't afford to pay me much but if I would help, she would pick me up and bring me home after. Hell, I would have worked for free just to be near her.I told my parents that I was going over to her house to help her paint and they didn't think a thing about it. As far as they were concerned, she was like Ms. Landers on Leave it to Beaver!!Ms. Waggoner arrived at about 9 am and I jumped in the car with her. She was wearing a halter top tye dye shirt, cut. He kept licking and sucking on her clit, taking turns in being gentle and aggressive while tracing the outlines of her drenched cavity with two of his fingers. As he finally plunged them inside in one slick motion, exactly knowing where to look for her g-spot, she arched her back, and let out a matching cry of lust. Jack knew perfectly well how she enjoyed receiving the pleasure she had been craving for so long from another man than her husband. She didn't care about cheating him anymore. In.