I moaned and parted my legs slightly as the sponge moved closer and closer to my throbbing centre. I was wet, and not because of the water falling fro... the showerhead, my pussy was slick with desire. Just before he reached my aching cleft, he stopped and moved to the other leg, making me whimper softly at being teased. I heard Mr P chuckle quietly behind me. He worked his way up the other leg slowly, finally reaching the top and I could hardly stand it anymore. As he neared my burning centre I. "Oh yes. What about it?" It was three weeks after you left." She had my attention now."Bloody hell! That was quick." Then I thought about it more. "Too quick. Much too quick." My mental processes were in top gear as I pondered the ramifications. A light went on and the bell went 'ting'. "She must have known him before we spilt; the crafty bitch was cheating on me! And her mother must have known about it. No wonder they tried to stiff me." I began to laugh; it was so long ago now that anything. Her tits were round and I could almost feel her nipples between my lips.“Well uh,” I said not sure what to say, “I didn’t mean that you needed to do this.” I said as my eyes focused on that smooth beautiful pussy that had been a perfect camel toe under her shorts. Now it was soft pink flesh and I could clearly see her clit waiting to be teased.I looked up and noticed her green eyes as she held her t-shirt in her teeth. She released the shirt half covering her tits and said, “I love older guys. I didn’t reply, got up from the sofa, and went to the window not facing him. I was feeling a bit ashamed having given myself up like this to a man.Then I felt his embrace form my back. Roshan was getting bolder now. He put his arms on my stomach and kissed me on the neck. The started rubbing his mouth on my neck. Then he pulled my body against his own, such that my butt pushed into his pelvic area. I could feel his hardness against my ass. He then started rubbing his pelvic on my ass is a slow.