I was wet and I could feel my clit pulsating. I breathed slowly and heavily as I gently stroked my clit. It felt so good to feel sexual pleasure. It h...d been a long time since I had touched myself and months since my encounters with Jean Paul. I inserted a finger inside myself and then put it into my mouth. I tasted sweet and my white juices sent electricity through my body. I fucked myself hard, really hard as I pictured my husband downstairs masturbating over pretty little Leila from. Just as she was passing the final table, a chair moved and hit her as she tried to correct. Down she went, onto the floor. In the blink of an eye I was there, driven by an unknown force to her side, taking hold of her, guiding her to her feet. As she tried to stand a pained express crept over her face. She had twisted her ankle, so I did what any gentleman would do and offered to take her home. For the first time in months our eyes met and the magic happened. Like a hundred million fireworks. He had never really looked at her when she was out front with her children as she was much older than he was, but he realized now that she had a great body. Her breasts were big, capped with fat, pink nipples. She was rubbing her swelling pink nipples, as she lay back on the bed with her eyes closed. Mark crept closer to the window of her bedroom, and unzipped his pants freeing his rigid cock.She was very tan, and her stark white breasts heaved as she twisted and pulled her now crimson nipples.. She looked at his hairy muscular body and longingly at his man hood, hard and erect as he knelt down beside her. His warm hands caressed her, moving across her flat stomach and over her breasts before tracing their way down her side her outer thigh before moving inward and over her pubic mound to which she gave a shallow gasp. He repeated this and every time he came close to her vagina she let out short gasps. Her gasp suddenly became a moan as his hand stopped and began to explore between her.