I was highly sexed though and although been fucked by my husbands workmates on the side i usually slipped of to local saunas at night when john worked...nights or in the park in summer my favourite time we lived in a black neighbourhood of north london oppoiste a park with a gay trolling spot i could wear my poom poom shorts and get fucked in the park as taking cock was my speciality. Most men when they see me in my shorts walking through the park would follow me and all they wanted to was get up. ..even ifMrs. Jonas would let me. I didn't want to be responsible for it ifanything happened.I hadn't noticed Mrs. Jonas coming into the library until she asked, "So,how is King Solomon's Mines coming?" It's pretty good," I told her honesty. "But a little slower than I'dexpected. I'm about three quarters of the way through." That's good," Mrs. Jonas responded, looking at some of the books on theshelf as she talked. "Have you thought about what you want to readnext?" A little," I admitted. Harder. Harder. His body slammed against me. I was just starting to take some pleasure from the rhythm of his thrusts when he stiffened and arched his back. He held this position for a few seconds – his fingers tightening around my breasts – then suddenly dropped forward on top of me/ breathing hard. I felt hot inside/ my breasts and belly burning up with arousal. I wanted to slip my fingers down between us and touch my clit/ stroke it till I was panting and shuddering. I wanted to make myself. Her cheeks felt soft and smooth as I worked the cream around then slid my hand down her crack expecting her to clench and stop me, instead she spread her legs exposing her pussy and calmly said “it all needs doing”!! I was thorough, sliding my fingers over her pussy lips and between them making sure she was fully protected, even when I slid my finger inside her lips she didn’t try stopping me and made sure every part of her was covered. I laid back down and closed my eyes, the hot sun on my.