But I was hungry. Gave me this bauble as a wedding present." She held up the gaudy sapphire for me to examine. "So I wed him after knowing him a fortn...ght, still in mourning more or less. More fool me. Local society was scandalized." How can I help you?" I asked, enjoying the sight of her chest rising and falling, emerging and retreating behind her lace and stiff-fronted gown."We can help each other. He knows a great deal, Smollett does, dispositions, strength, problems, scandals, that sort of. You won't try to pursue or blackmail me. I think I can trust you." You can trust me, but I'm not wealthy. You're probably used to—"My husband is wealthy but he's quite the tightwad and you'd be surprised at what I'm used to. My mother was quite satisfied with the places you took her and the money you spent on her ... before she got greedy with this other fellow. If you treat me as you did her, I won't complain nor give you any cause to complain." I think we'll enjoy each others company." We. ..LOL!I felt for some strange reason, I wanted to touch his hard cock but I was afraid too I guess, thinking that he may get really pissed off or something. I was getting a boner too by now so I got up and jumped in the pool. He followed me and when I got out, I sat along the pool edge and he swam up to me. He was right between my legs and my cock was just a foot or so from his face. That's when I got a surprise because he k**dingly said that my cock looked kinda like his and with that, he. Feeling her pussy gush inside her already wet panties, she stripped off her shorts. “Fuck. You feel so good, Sarie. So warm and wet.” Sarie yanked her tank top over her head. She gripped the phone with one hand, rubbed her slick clit with the other. His fingers gripped her hip as more of his dick disappeared inside her. She remembered that. Every moment of the agonizingly slow first thrust. How she didn’t know how much more she could take. Feeling every inch of his cock as it pushed.