"Did anything happen to you my child when he did this?"Sometimes, Father? ... Most times? ... Like? I'd get a feeling down here..." and she placed her...hand on her bare, dimpled belly, "And? Like?. Oh, sir? I got that feeling now ... like I'm gonna ... you know? I'm on fire? And? Oh, Father? I'd say awful things, sir?" What did you say, Jan? I hope you didn't blaspheme or take the Lord's name in vain?" Oh, no. I didn't do that. But? But? I said dirty words, sir? I couldn't help myself?" That may. Was it that Mr. Richards offered her a glass of wine or that Cindy spilled some wine on his shorts and quickly tried to blot the stain? Her hands grazed against his thighs. That physical contact had stirred something in his pants and they both felt it. Going along with the moment, Mr. Richards undid his shorts and Cindy got an eyeful of his massive semi-hard penis. Mr. Richards reached over and took Cindy's wrist and brought it closer. Cindy wrapped her hands around his shaft and squeezed.. When I reached the top of her gym shorts, I pushed inside the waistband and rubbed lightly on her pussy. She moaned more fervently and both breasts were now trying to push holes in my chest. I slid first one and then two fingers into her pussy increasing the fervor of her moans. She lifted her head a little to say, "I want to suck your cock, beautiful man. Move around."I didn't argue but I didn't take my hand from between her legs. She unbuckled my pants and pulled them and my boxers down over. It smelled close but with the hint of her perfume. I noticed that the closet only held her clothes, no men's clothes, no husband's clothes. I began to search through her clothing. I saw what I wanted but I stalled, wondering if she would follow me there. She did.Laura stood at the door of the closet watching me leaf through her closet, looking at outfits, running my hands over her clothing, stroking the fabric. She hugged the door post, biting a lip. I found the scarf I wanted, a broad.