‘It’s not contacts, it’s natural. People often stare but I’ve got used to it.’ Obviously I was staring and lowered my eyes. ‘Not to worry,...I don’t mind someone like you staring.’ I closed my book. We talked for what seemed a short time but was in fact a few hours. Somehow time in her company passed quickly. She made me laugh and she had a rather curious way of talking which may become apparent to you as this story develops. ‘I couldn’t help overhearing you mention to the barmaid,’ this was. I’ve honestly never been that fussy about who fucked me, just as long as I had a cock in me. I guess I’ve always been a slut and a bit of an exhibitionist.For a couple of years I did fuck around a bit. But I got tired of the hassles with my husband and I know it made the boys very uncomfortable.So we came to an amicable agreement. The boys would live with me, I kept the house and he moved out.I’ve always had a really good relationship with my boys and it was a LOT more comfortable after my ex. The boner was pressing against the fabric of his boxers, the shape outlined starkly against the black fabric. Beads of precum were soaking through to the outside. Wendy ran a finger down the shaft again, and lifted the elastic to pull them down. The precum glistened as it formed a ribbon from the swollen bell end to the fabric of the shorts. His boner sprung out, rigid, the veins jutting out. “Yes” said Wendy “YES. It’s as I thought. It’s curved as fuck. In just the right place and angle too.. There's plenty more where that came from. But before that there's a little matter of your punishment for stealing from me.’Her face changed to one of surprise. ‘Your ex said you liked to spank her. And now you want to spank me?’I gave her a harsh look and rasped, ‘the only difference is that she chose when and how I spanked her. You my girl will do exactly as I decide. Is that understood?’ If she thought that giving me a quick blowjob made everything okay my look told her she had better think.