I smiled slightly. She put the tip of the blade under my chin and pushed up to make me look at her. ?You like that do you?? I shrugged. She l...ughed. ?You?re not very expressive are you? Maybe this will help.? She bent down and I watched as she positioned the tip of the knife against my clit. She started pushing and I could feel it about to break the skin. I sucked my breath in. ?You won?t be much use without a clit will you?? ?What do you want to know?? I said. She put my dick in her mouth and started giving me a very sloppy blow job. She stopped and took off her bathing suit and asked me if I knew what a 69 was? I told her me and my girlfriend do it. She told me to lay on the bed. So I layed down she straddled my face. At the time I did not now how to eat pussy. So she coached me on how and where she wanted licked. Her pussy was bald and very tight, for having so many c***dren. Moments later she gave my face a good soaking, her cum tasted so. Every detail from the first passionate kisses to her naked, used body in bed. Nothing could turn me on as much. I wanted the image to be of me with Maggie, but it had not been with me. I was left bewildered, hating what had happened, but at the same time finding it the most exciting sexual experience I’d ever had.Somehow, our married life moved on. Maggie as a mother, wife and teacher and me as a father, husband and businessman. Both of us still in love and dedicated to each other.One of the. The distressed girl hardly noticed anything for the rest of the morning and just sat in her room, tears pouring down her face. She did notice Tom Brewster once or twice and it occurred to her that he had a rather satisfied smirk on his flabby chinless face. Realising that tears would not rescue Mr. Smith, she managed to regain some kind of hold on her emotions and forced herself to carry on for the rest of the day.She was at the appointed place at the time specified, still red-eyed from weeping.