. and he was holding his ... his cock," I spat the word, " ... just looking at me and stroking it ... and it was so big and so thick..." I sobbed a fe... more times and drew in a shaky breath. " ... and I couldn't help it. I'm so ashamed. I thought about what he was going to do to me ... if it would hurt me because it was so big ... and I started to get wet." I cried through this last bit, impossibly trying to close my legs in pretend shame at my arousal."Are you going to untie me?" I asked; I. People would approach me on how well I smelled on a daily basis as my clothes smelled of her scent in a very musky and good way. Then she turned forty...her pussy turned from sweet to musty and sweaty...not good. She would walk with her friends then want me to fuck her and as she took her panties off it was like a train hitting a small car. I love pussy but the smell of a woman who drank too much wine and early onset of menapause was a sweaty and sour nightmare. Her attitude was reflective of. If you agree, we will be partners and split the profits 50:50.”She lay there staring at me in shock, although shock did not stop her from gently wanking my cock to a rock hard erection. She eventually said, “Are you serious, Tom? And why me?”“I am perfectly serious – Ellie leaves for college on Tuesday, you can give notice on your flat immediately and move in here on Wednesday, and we will start our business, which I thought we might call Secret Orgies, on Thursday. As for why you, isn’t it. It seems that she came close to calling off the wedding twice and that he distrusted her from the very beginning. If he wanted a divorce then so did she. She was tired of him constantly accusing her of cheating on him. She admitted that she was no angle but she also admitted that she had not cheated on him after he had proposed to her. Although she did tell him once that when she looked at me, that her panties got wet. I smiled and she admitted that it was not the smartest thing that she had.