I want to scream, but only unarticulated sounds and gasps are coming out of my mouth.His finger circles the tight ring of muscles. I gasp. Nobody’s ...ver touched me there. He can’t mean…The finger feels cold and wet against my entrance. It registers in my brain that he’s lubing me, and I shudder under his touch. His finger slowly slides in and out, in and out… It’s so slick I couldn’t keep him out even if I wanted to. He adds a finger. My gate is open. I am a married woman, I go to church every. " She chuckled a moment."Yeah... heck, I was wondering if it was coming in the window or something," Peggy laughed. "It was loud, I'm here to tell you," she told her mother."So where were we?" Denise asked."We were talking about me needing to find a way to get a little of my own back at my dear husband," Peggy reminded her mother."Yeah, that's right," Denise answered. "Listen, honey, if you want, I'm sure there are any number of men at your father's and my country club... at Hidden Hills. If. Would he greet me, seduce me, make me cum again? Or would I just cut the grass and leave? I didn't know, and that was half the fun. I got to his door, and unlike last week, the front door was open but there was a screen door. I could see inside, kinda. I said "hello" and heard a reply that sounded like come in, so I did. I looked good, felt good, and walked down the hallway toward where it all happened. "Hi." There he was. He was sweaty. His graying hair was wet and matted down. He was. She grabbed me and took me into the closet bathroom. We went into the bathroom and she got on her knees. She started to un-do my zipper and giggle as she looked up at me. I was amazed this was happening, looking around to see who was looking. We were in this small bathroom and the door was wide open for the party to see. A few people looked, but the party didn't stop. She pulled out my cock and looked up at me with a smile. I knew she loved it. She started kissing it and rubbing it in her.