She was going crazy sucking my clit and being fucked at the same time. I could bear it no longer. I had to release... it had been so long! I shuddered...as I came, hot wet and sticky all over her face. She smiled in the dim light, reaching her own orgasm.Amazingly the man was still hard!! He withdrew his cock from her cunt, and came over to me. He raised my legs, and spread them wide... to enter my hot wet cunt in one swift stroke again... and began the most exciting fuck I've ever had. He ground. It was a walk of about 10 minutes but we needed much more time. Being a nice guy I could sleep in his bed while he slept on the couch in the living room.When I woke up at 9 am I needed a long hot shower. Because I needed a towel I searched his wardrobes. There were no towels but lots of clothes. Not only male clothes but also a lot of woman clothes. That was a bit irritating because Jack never had a girlfriend, at least non who lived with him. I decided to ask him later at breakfast why he had. ’ Calling Bella a ‘girl’ was typical of Malcolm. She was very definitely a woman. And a rather attractive woman at that. She appeared to be close to Tom’s age – 35, 36 – and she had the confident air of someone who knew what she was doing. But Malcolm, despite having only just turned 42 himself, was Old School. Any female below board level was ‘a girl’, unless, of course, she held a noble title. Being a duchess was always a good start. ‘Gosh, I don’t know,’ Tom said. ‘This is all a bit new to. Except for the involuntary twitching of our sex organs, we laid motionless, totally spent.We laid together for an hour or so, exhausted physically and emotionally. Fucking her was more than just a sex act. It was an ordeal, an experience like no other. Fucking Mrs. Blair was like a trip to a whorehouse and Disneyland all wrapped into one unpredictable and unforgettable event. Her unconventional behavior kept me guessing and demanded my full attention. And I gladly surrendered it to her.We.