Take parcels in etc. She was a great baker and used to send pies and cakes around for us. Anyway, when my ex left I kept the house. Janet popped aroun... to make sure I was alright. She told me how her first husband had left her with her 2 k**s until she met Harry. Unfortunately he died a few years before we moved in next door and she had been on her own since.I got back to going out with my mates at a weekend getting the odd tap on with a lady as you do.One weekend I was out with 2 of my mates. His hands were squeezing her gorgeous firm fleshy arse, sometimes pinching her" are you going to be a good girl the rest of the weekend jolly? Are you going to be my slut while I'm with you?" He turned to me" and you Dave, will you do what I say too? Just for the weekend, I know the way you sucked my prick and licked my balls you've got sub tendencies "This young guy had us worked out! Jolly agreed but looked shocked when I did too." has Dave told you of my wanking sessions with my mate on. Wow! I think, amazing I can do that from something I formulated in my female brain, less than 24 hours earlier. I remember sitting once chatting to an older man at a party and the discussion as most discussions do, when two people are intimately engrossed in conversation the subject turned to sex. Now I know when I chat about sex I am horny, in fact I am horny right now because I know you are reading and I am going to talk about being fucked and I want you to experience what happened, as if you. Your refill the glasses, but when I reach for mine you snatch it back and shake your head.“You got to work for it. Get the skirt off and bend over and spread your little pussy in our thong,” I smile and turn around again, unzipping my tiny little black skirt and letting it fall in a little puddle on the floor. You growl your approval enthusiastically and I bend slowly over, arching my back and keeping my head high. My black hair tumbles down my naked back. I run my hands down from my tits.