Then all the clichéd questions popped into my head. "How long has she been fucking him?" "WHY was she even fucking him?" "Was I not good enough for h...r?" "Why does she disrespect me to him?" "If she's that unhappy, why hasn't she divorced me yet?" "How am I going to prove her adultery?"That was when it hit me. The most evil plan that ever entered into my mind, and upon reflection of what I was planning, I realized that I felt no guilt over it whatsoever.I looked at all the pluses I had going. George parted his legs, giving her room to come between them, her legs on the outside of his. She squatted above him, rubbing her thighs against the material of his slacks. He had a sudden wish that they were both naked, sitting in his living room. Just then, she reached down and took his hand, bringing it to the zipper on the back of her skirt. She allowed him to unzip her, never leaving his lap, not even after the zipper was undone. Not knowing what to do with his hand, he tested her by. “I told you I love you more.”“Rita that was fanfuckingtastic! I came down your throat!”“I don’t think I would ever to that for another guy, let alone enjoy it.”“I have no doubt now, you love me a little more, but not much, don’t forget my oral skills!”She shuddered and closed her eyes for a minute, “if only you didn’t have to row this boat.”A few seconds after she said that be hit the bank on the other side of the lake. I picked her up again and carried her to the grass to avoid getting wet. We. After her arms wore out she sat up in my lap and I grabbed and kneaded those huge tits as I felt her come for a second time. “not bad for an old broad eh stud!”“I don’t care how old you are when you fuck like this” “its been 2 years since I have had sex, I was ssoooooo fucking horny , and you are scratching the itch good baby” “oh god I am going to lose it” I said gasping. She stopped riding me and stood up turned around tore the rubber off and got on hr knees in front of me. She deep throated.