I leaned my head forward and tasted her sweet sweaty cunt with a slow deliberate lick. Just as I was about to taste her again, she moved back just eno...gh so that my tongue couldn’t reach her. ‘Te gusta, Papi?’ she asked. It took me a moment to remember the Spanish I had learned in high school but I responded, ‘Si, me gusta.’ She moved forward again and I licked the length of her slit that was hairless as a newborn. ‘Mmmmm!’ she moaned. I was allowed to remain this time and took full advantage. She is a tall woman, slim with large boobs. In her late forties, she has short dark hair and a pale complexion. As I stare at her through the telescope, I can see that she is talking to somebody, Trevor her husband I presume, who is not in view. Then out of the shadows, I can see him move forward, he too is wearing a matching dressing gown, but his is bulging out at the front. Partly due to a small beer gut, but mainly as it is very clear he is hard and erect. Stepping up behind Elaine he puts. About two in the morning Jean shook me awake with, "Greg, we've gotta go." Go where?" To the hospital." Oh my god, what's wrong?'"Nothing's wrong. My water just broke."Instant panic time was on me. I dashed around gathering up Jean's suit case and flew through the house. I was just about out the door when Jean called to me, "Greg, can I go too?"I dashed back ready to pick her up to take her to the car when she asked, "aren't you going to get dressed?'I looked at myself and saw I still had my. Her tactics were as delicious as her movement. Most like her try not to scare off the marks, but she just waits until they deliver themselves to her table in the corner – the table that’s kept aside for her by management. She's good for business.Saying that I was turned on in those long, exquisite moments would be a gratuitous understatement. My mind was on fire and my pussy was drenched. Working up the nerve to approach her was a Herculean challenge, but one which I was eager to meet. After I.