But neither of us actually practices any particular brand of organized religion anymore. I don't know if my body relaxed and calmed down, or if it was...just frozen in place, but I didn't move. What I felt was pure ecstasy as she sucked me off with an expertise that could only come from many years of experience. She may have been up in years, but she knew what she was doing, and I just remember my body lurching, and my back arching up off the table as I filled her throat with maybe the most. With my right hand I searched for her cunt, under her skirt. She as thoughtful and was not wearing her panty, to make it easier for me . I thanked her and she smiled, though shy.Her pussy was beautiful. A nice, rose like pussy of a teen girl. Small in size, but getting bigger and thicker, day by day. It was hot and wet. I made her hold her skirt high and sat in front of her to see the nice cute cunt, closely.I slowly parted the pussy folds and looked into the deep rosy hole. I t was divine. But. At last an idea solidified in her head. She would go to Tunbridge Wells. Not tomorrow though, being Friday Charles would be home early, no self-respecting Civil Servant would work Friday afternoon. No! She would go next Tuesday. She would drive to Frant station and take the train to Tunbridge and then spend a day window shopping and treating herself to lunch. It was easier to park at Frant and driving around Tunbridge was a nightmare. With that decision made she felt better, so it was with a. She was smiling again, broadly, and shaking her head slowly."God, I'd give anything to have breasts like those," she said.I barked a laugh, which seemed to stretch into sort of a manic giggle, and told her about my most recent thoughts of her own assets. She laughed, as well, then shocked me back into silence as she picked up her over-sized purse, withdrew a black candle, fit it into a black holder, and placed it in the center of the room on the floor. She lit it with a lighter, which she.