We walked to a somewhat secluded spot beside the lake bank and next I know my cock is in her mouth. I'm looking around and I can see passers by and wo...dering could they see.She is just interested in getting my cock as hard possible and wet. I offer to lick her pussy but she says she just needs to be fucked it's been a month since her husband last fucked her.I look down at her as she is working the back of my glands and realise that I have no condom and ask does she, to which her reaction is. “If it is their nature.” I retorted, incensed by her insolence. “Is being true to our nature all that we should strive to be?” Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his voice. “What is your nature, Vita?” I hissed at him, “This thought you wear fits you like a glove!” Then I turned to Joy, “As does yours, Daughter.” “As does yours, Mother.” Joy sneered back. I think it was at that moment, seeing her vitriol shining from her avaricious mask, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my. I ran my hand through her body.She was enjoying every bit of it with water drizzling and companionship of a man. I know it was hard for her to withhold the craving for four months, as her husband was away for a project overseas. The smell of the shower gel was beautiful. We kissed and felt each other’s body for some time. She got me a robe and I helped her to put her robe as well. We both went to the bed. As we have already communicated she promised to treat me with a blowjob and decided to. Her disproportionately large breasts—currently filling out a festive holiday sweater—were so spectacular that I imagined they would jump-start the puberty process for every boy lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her in profile. No doubt she'd broken a lot of hearts growing up.I glanced back at my computer and let out an audible laugh when I realized just how pathetically little work I'd managed to get done."What's so funny?" Tracy asked, peeking into my cubicle."Nothing, I'm just having trouble.