The hollows of her carriage joints were getting wetter and wetter. Rachel’s light brown hair fanned around her on the pillow as she stretched her l...gs forward, bringing her thighs together to trap her hand snugly against her pussy. Her hips arched upward against the confined stroke of her fingers. She moaned and drew breath like a stage whisper. Then her thighs opened again, one leg fanning out to the side while she raised the other. The demure sweetness of her face became a grimace of. The months passed, and I wondered if there would ever be another chance of seeing Sharon get fucked again. I had been buying Sharon lots of new clothes, lower cut tops, shorter skirts etc. I even bought her an ankle bracelet. Sharon had no idea what it meant, of course. How was she to know that an ankle bracelet meant that she was available? My mother and father had a caravan by the sea, in a place called Millisle. They offered us the use of it for the July Fortnight. We gladly accepted their. Sounds and bright sun shining into our room awakened me about 6:00. Sandra was on her side facing away from me and I was nestled behind her, spooning. I had a boner between her legs and it was demanding release.I reached over her thigh, found her pussy and commenced fingering her slit and clit. She turned onto her back. I got between her legs and lay on top of her. She reached down and pulled my cock to the entrance to her pussy. I pushed in to the hilt. We both started grinding our bellies. She was wearing a strapless sundress that was just a little too low for her "endowments," and high heeled sandals. We sat talking for a while as we sipped our tea and at last I said, "Well, if there's nothing else, I should be on my way." There is one thing"; she said, "but I don't quite know how to ask you about it". "Just ask" I said. "Well" she said; "you know that my late husband has been gone for over a year now, and to be quite honest, for the last ten years of our marriage we slept in.