In fact she was never seen without her make up on.Rob found that when ever he spoke to Mrs Barratt he found himself looking at her lips rather than he... eyes. He had never kissed a girl and her lips really fascinated him and despite her age he fantasised about kissing her.Rob was in town waiting for the bus home when he saw Mrs Barratt walking towards the bus stop with bags of shopping. He went to her and offered to give her a hand. They stood and waited for the bus to come. As usual her make up. I moved on to her shirt lifting it above her long hair and hands against the wall. The bra was next unclipping it to free her tits. The nipples got a numbing squeeze that caused her to whimper. As I dropped her thong to fully expose her naked body she shivered. Her pussy was completely shaved bare so I ran my hands over the clean shaved area teasing her intently. When I was done teasing from behind I ran my hands over her ass and deep into her wet pussy.Don’t even think about moving was all I. “So fucking wet already, you’re a bad girl who likes being raped, aren’t you? She shakes her head “Aren’t you whore” she shakes her head again “Admit it” she said nothing. I grab her tits and suck her nipples rolling my tongue over the tip, her heavy breaths filled the air with desire “Say it, or I’ll stop”“I’m a bad girl who likes to be fucked by strangers” hearing her admit it turned me on I put my hand around her neck and slide my cock inside her thrusting deep, her eyes roll back, she is. I rub my cock against her pelvis and smile as she gasps as the unexpected pleasure surges through her, making her breathing even more erratic. " Like what you feel, darling?" I ask smugly. She just shook her head and I continue as she encouraged me. " Want more?" " No! I said get off me!" she gasps, her breathing is labored with the combined pressure of my body on top of hers and the rubbing that is arousing her senses. " No. I can almost hear you begging for it," I rub slowly from side to side.