Her mouth then started moving eagerly up and down my cock and she turned around on the bed so that her wet hairy cunt was now over my face, her juices...and the residue of my cum was still dripping from her as my mouth sought her big pussy lips. I sucked and licked at her as she gorged on my stiffy, she ground her pelvis hard and pushed her slippery hole down on my face.After Betty orgasmed on my face ordered me "ride me as hard as you can" she gasped at me. I crawled out from under her, turned. Nervously I answered. "I'm here." he said. I could tell from his voice he was a little nervous too. The door to my flat was directly opposite a fire-escape. I directed him to it and opened the door. I looked down on him as he climbed the stairs. He was tall, average build with short slightly greying hair and glasses. I showed him in without saying a word and followed him inside, closing the doors behind us. I directed him straight ahead to my bedroom.We stood facing each other next to. Her bush of curly black hair swayed each time she moved her head even slightly. Her slender fingers, adorned with expensive jewlery that included a large wedding ring, stroked the pen she held pursed between her thick, pouty ruby lips. Her eyes caught mine.Her dark eyes flickered as she looked into mine. Around her neck was a silver chain that ended in a large silver teardrop. It was nestled at the top of the deep dark valley of cleavage she displayed. Her fingers dropped the pen on the table. At first, it was quite exciting attending all the different civic functions and meeting only ever so nice people all hoping to find favour with my husband. After two years of marriage, Peter's only real interest was his duties as mayor and the local golf course. As for me, well, I had a rather nice collection of vibrating little friends which I kept very well hidden. I was now twenty-five, childless and unloved you could say. Yes, I had opportunities with several suitable gentlemen but I.