I finished and she turned to have a shower but I grabbed her hand and made her walk into the kitchen naked still smelling of my fresh body waste. She ...ctually smelt really bad but as I felt embarrassed for doing it I wanted her to feel it too. We sat and went to finish the drinks I made before we went upstairs, I asked her what got her into it. She eplaned that when we had our threesom and my husband was under her, I was so drunk I pissed in her mouth while she licked me, that was something she. As time passed and I became more observant of this woman. I would stand near her and “accidentally” bump into her, graze up against her backside moving around the kitchen or hallway. Touch legs as we were sitting on the sofa. Seemingly small things, but incredible for me. She smelled wonderful, even when sweating.She started wearing even skimpier clothes and I started paying closer attention. She would smile at me more and actually converse with me like I was a human. BONUS.I was getting more. Her fingers were clawing at my back, and I felt her arch and moan deeply as she came under me. I moved to a slow but deep penetration, feeling the fluttering in and around my cock as I continued to slide in and out. I lifted my chest so I could look down into her face.Her face was covered with sweat as she rocked herself against me, using her thighs to pull herself up slightly every time I pushed down into her. “Oh, yes Pete, fuck me, keep fucking me, never stop fucking me.” So I did exactly. .. it was Doris Day herself. I broke into the intro of “Que Sera Sera” as I said to the crowd, “Ladies and Gentlemen ... Miss Doris Day!”She sat, as the place was full of people singing along. When everyone was finished, everyone got up and applauded for her.She waved as things calmed down.I began to play “You Light Up My Life” as Miss Stapleton got up to sing. She walked by me running her fingers through my hair.She was as effervescent as ever, belting the hell out of this 1977 classic piece.