It was a possibility she could not, dare not ignore, according to the newspaper report he was about the right age, and there was no doubt about it, th... photograph was so similar to her late husbands' likeness in his early twenties.Rising impatience and some little hope, won in the end and she rang the breakfast bell and asked the maid to send the butler to her straight away. She told Hammond the butler to go and buy a copy of every newspaper that had an article on the same story.She waited. I reach out, but you shake your head with a throaty giggle. "Your turn." I set a world speed record whipping off my shirt, then you smile and fall on top of me. Oh my God! Heated flesh to heated flesh, we grind into each other, all but naked, wanting, aching for more. A dark spot is spreading across the crotch of your faded cutoffs, and mine are near to exploding. I cup your breasts, pinch and twist and tug at your nipples, leave love bites all over your breasts. It's not enough and we both. In rapid succession she released more buttons, and soon her dress slid down her shoulders. She pulled away and stood by the bed for a moment. Her dress fell to the floor, revealing her glory, at last, to my eager gaze.Plush is a word I would use to describe her. She had wide hips and a nice curve to her torso. Not skinny like most lasses I'd been with lately, mature and ripe. There was extra flesh to hold on to, and hold on I did!Her skin was without blemish. It was pale in hue and below, a. If you weren't at the right angle to see her leggings pulled down you wouldn't know she was grinding her hips against the guy who obviously had his cock deep inside my wifes pussy. And by now I imagined it had been well and truly used by most, if not all the guys. Then my mate was at my shoulder and I could tell he was angry with them. "You dirty fucking bastards" he growled at them, "That's my mates missus!" "Relax." I told him "I guess I never found the right time to tell you what a dirty.