I knew they often met up for shopping trips during the week, and had become very good friends. I tried to be cool, picking up an empty glass of wine a...d heading for the kitchen. “No, I wasn’t that lucky” I shouted back, really blushing, and having a mini panic attack. Then the phone went and I heard Clara chatting, and the conversation was dropped. Sunday morning eventually arrived and after carefully choosing some very smart clothes, I got washed and dressed, and had a late breakfast. “Off to. I gradually removed her skirt and soaked no wet knickers so I could finger and feast on her pussy flaps making her gasp and groan softly before she pushed me away and took me in her mouth to suck. Wife Sarah is an expert cocksucker and daughter Chris is very talented, but Oona was eager and made up with her attempts to please me even though she lacked cocksucking experience! She most likely would have had no hesitation at sucking me to climax, but I was more interested in the depths of her cunt. I drove The Boss to meetings and other engagements, and whatever conversations took place in the back of the car, nothing sounded remotely suspicious. I certainly wasn’t privy to any underhand dealings of any kind.But then things changed. The meetings and stuff remained, but now I got to drive The Boss to a few other locations; places you wouldn’t expect a woman in her position to go. “Wait here,” she would say, leaving me to guard the car in some part of town where you wouldn’t necessarily. I dream of your touch and the smell of lilacs in your hair. The vision of your pearly white breasts and smooth white thighs make my heartbeat quicken. I imagine the taste of your supple nipples and buttery quim on my tongue. Remembering the pleasure on your face, and the sounds you made as I ran my tongue through your soft folds. My fiddle has stiffened as those thoughts race through my mind.I long to run my fiddle through the soft folds of your quim once again. To smell your sweet honey as it.