She said ‘Yea I noticed.’ When she said that I came long and hard as hell in her pussy. I grabbed her hips and sank my dick as deep as I could in ...er and I went deep too. The thought of her thinking of Darrell looking at her huge pussy lips was all I could handle. The next evening she was horny as hell again, I could easily tell. She wore tight jeans and kept walking in front of me. She has a nice ass in jeans, so I have a hard time not noticing her, especially with that massive camel yoe shes. I turned my head so I could kiss you. I didn’t want my first time making love to just be a piston and cylinder. I wanted your lips. I wanted your hands. I wanted your love.” She turned her head toward me and this time the kiss felt strong and natural. As we kissed, I felt more lubrication gather and swept my finger through it so I could rub her clit. She moaned into my mouth.“I’d never tasted love before,” I said. “I’d never known what it was like to have the most precious being in my life. “If they only knew what you’re doing to me,” she said, glancing over her shoulder to the group inside.“Please finger me faster Scott, my husband,” she desired.He increased his pace, as did their hearts. He managed to use his thumb on her clit, making her want it more. “I need you to fuck me, my husband,” she kissed him.“Faster!” She needed.Scott gave his finger plus a second a determined increase. In, out, in, out, like a piston. “I can’t keep this speed up much longer,” he told her.“I know but. When I walked in, the owner was behind the bar. In his late 50's, Marty beamed like a little k** when he spotted me. He waved me down to the end of the bar and gave me a big bear hug. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and introduced him to Clinton. They shook hands and Marty asked him what he wanted. "I know Linda wants a Yuengling. Draft or bottle?" I replied that I'd like a bottle, and Marty proceeded to get my beer, and Clinton's jack and coke. We took a spot at the end of the bar and watched.