You take me in deeper and deeper. My hands are on the back of your head forcing you down on my cock. My fingers tangled in your hair. You love my tast.... You love how I fill your mouth, gently fucking your face. I see the pleasure in your eyes and hear soft moans around my cock... You pull off my dick and crawl up my body. My eyes are on your tits when your pussy rubs it's juices over my cock. I grab your tits pulling the nipples roughly. You moan and your head drops back telling me you want. She picked up quickly and seemed happy to hear from me though she was surprised when I said, "Hi, Helen, it's Kevin." Kevin?" she asked."You know who I am so there's no point pretending otherwise, is there?" I don't suppose there is," she admitted. "What can I do for you, Kevin?"Rather than jumping straight to the dare I told her that I needed some information from their side of things. I started asking questions about a few of the things that had been troubling me for the last couple of. She noticed in the rear view mirror of her bike a tall muscular youth of about 18 leaning around the corner of one of the garages wiping his hands on a filthy rag and staring at her. She turned around and caught him in the act, and he blushed about ten shades of red, smiled and ducked back inside. Meagan laughed and smiled back with one of her huge toothy lovely smiles. The kid seemed to have disappeared as she went in to pay and then there he was behind the counter grinning like crazy at her.. I walked into my house, ready to drop into a chair and have a cold drink. Turning the corner from the front door into the living room, there was my wife. She was 5′ 6″ tall, 125 lbs and 34A-28-36. She was wearing a stunning new outfit: a then current fashion white halter top dress, white hosiery and white 3 inch high heels. She had foot surgery just three months before and no one expected her to be able to wear high heels again. Her make up was very nice. Her eye shadow emphasized.