If we met, I wanted it to be by chance.I found that Mrs. Sorensen came to town once a month or so, and was due anytime. I tried to be prepared for wha... I was going to do.Three days later I was loitering near noon looking at some notices at the post office when she opened the door and entered. My heart leapt and skipped a beat and it seemed to stop in my chest. She was incredibly beautiful, gorgeous and glamorous, even wearing cowboy clothes; jeans, riding boots, a red plaid flannel shirt and a. Now we got together periodically when one of us wanted too, her mainly when her husband was traveling.We had fun playing tennis for an hour, then headed to the showers. No one else was there so as soon as we stepped into the showers I pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard, my hands coming up to fondle her breasts. She struggled a little, but froze and gasped as I dropped to my knees and shoved my face in her pussy. She put her hands on my brown hair as I started licking and kissing. Onto her hands and knees she rests, her head slung low the soft curtain of her hair falling across her confident features. Her back arches, displaying feline grace in each and every supple movement. Her eyes locked onto His in a bold gesture of defiance as she raises herself bringing her hands to glide slowly along her body.Cupping her full breasts in an offering to Him. Pushing them together as her fingers squeeze and lift the pink nipples, her head lowering to allow her tongue to dart across. The message or messages could wait until she was good and warm, and ready for her bath and bed, before she played it back. It was probably cold callers. If it was a genuine message, it could only be Nattie, although she seemed to be unsympathetic to her mother, having made it clear she was taking her father’s side in all this, so she didn’t relish hearing the playback.The only dignified way out of her separation from Sir Philip was a simple divorce settlement. Using her share of her husband’s.