Perfect. You lean to my ear and utter your first words...."mmm... my dirty little slut! Have you been playing with your pussy without me?"I reply "mmm......yes i have....deeper....go deeper.mmmmmmm"I moan and as you slide your finger up and down the length of my wet pussy. I grab your arm. "Does my little slut like that?" you growl in my ear.I straddle you with ease and put my hands around your cock, you arch in pleasure into my hand and ever so slowly I move your cock to my pussy. I lift my hips. Sex is incredible, but sometimes having Debbie in my arms is better. There is nothing greater than cuddling a woman Debbie's height. Pulling her tight against your chest and feeling her body wrapped in against your own. That kind of intimacy is the best intimacy, but I’m rambling now. Let’s get back to the story. Debbie’s hair falls down to her shoulders and she is full-figured woman with lovely "D" cup breasts. She doesn't think of herself as being pretty. She’s like many women and thinks of. It would be the magnet for many of their friends over the next few years. For Bill, however, it was a lonely and unsatisfying life. He loved his children and they returned that love many times over. When he took a moment to examine his existence, he was forced to admit he missed Marion, not the Marion she had become, but the Marion he had loved and who had carried and given birth to their children. He felt he had been generous in the divorce settlement, but Marion didn’t agree. After her first. M was seemingly oblivious to the attention she was getting but Deb was watching closely as garments came off, revealing her beautiful tits before exposing her lovely landing strip and pussy.After she got into the water I suggested to M “why don’t you see what happens,” suggesting, “If she tries something just lie back, relax, have fun and enjoy.”The response was very negative … something like, “That’s just not gonna happen.”Once we were all in the spa with the water swirling around us, I lay.