.touch every part of my body with it." She squirmed out from under me, and said, "Let me see what Lorene has in here," as she walked to the dresser. S...e pulled her shiny taupe panty down and kicked it to the side as she looked through Lorene's bra drawer. "Which drawer does she keep her slips and stockings in?", she asked. "Oh my gosh...she has so much of it...bet you love being in these drawers," she said. She continued to browse for a bit, then asked, "What colour do you want me to wear?" I. I ride her through her orgasm and gently soften my strokes as she collapses on top of me, her breathing shallow and rapid.We lie wrapped in each other for a few moments, trying to digest what we have just shared. All too soon our interlude is over, she gently kisses my lips and utters a brief thank you before putting her underwear back on. She makes for the door, bending to pick up her toy as she goes. I stop her in her tracks as she is about to exit.“Hey! You promised me you’d fuck me if I. I don’t want to say which movie, so as to avoid ‘spoilers’. But if you have seen that superb movie, you will recognize it and know the general direction in which this story will unfold. However, I have tried to really ‘adapt’ it with my own touches. So while the basic plot is similar, there will be significant divergences from the movie. I am also trying something different here. Usually my stories are told from the perspective of the husband. This is different, with a traditional neutral. Alan had seen them in pictures but these were full and her dark areola making his mouth water like no image had.Alan was close now. Drips of precum were making his cock glisten. Mrs Jones rose and quietly got on her knees inches away from his stiffness. Still masturbating herself she looked up into his eyes and opened her mouth. Alan reached forward and pulled her head onto his cock. Holding her head gently he rocked back and forth fucking her willing wet lips. Mrs Jones had not.