She was touching my ass and taking pics and I was doing the same. Then she went behind and cupped my breasts. Omg! That really turned me on. I love my...tits a lot; they are of size 34c.I turned back and cupped her breasts as well. We both started hugging and kissing each other. French kissing a girl is too amazing; better than kissing a guy for sure. So we are kissing and hugging and feeling each other. And suddenly one of her hand went towards my pussy from underneath my dress. I was a bit wet,. She eagerly began sucking me, getting me very worked up. Again I attempted to pull at her panties, but she resisted me.Once again she told me to relax, and come whenever and wherever I wanted. Damn, I really thought I was going to get to fuck her tonight. But it seemed like that wasn’t going to happen.Still, worse things happen at sea. I was getting sucked off by a gorgeous busty married woman, whose goal in life right now was to make me come. I couldn’t really complain.Eventually the. She says a coat I say ok. I attach a leash to her and add leather cuff to wrists and attach. I lead her out of house to our car she sits in front and I seat belt her in and unbutton her raincoat. We drive across town and when we stop I roll down the window so any trucker can see her tits. We finally park in the in the lot and I lead her in. We we look around not very crowded we walk to the clothing section and the girl that is working in the section walks over and asks if she can help. I say. It was the mirror image of my grandparents little town. Mr. Abernathy and I didn't argue very much about the price. I'd have paid anything to be here ... so here I am." That's quite a romantic story, Mr. Masterson. So now you'll be a country gentleman lawyer?" Something like that," he laughed. "I have driven past your home many times in the last few months, always envious of the property; the hills, the trees, the barn. You have horses as well, I noticed." Yes. One for me, one for Marietta and.