Annie was married with children but unhappy and knew life was meant to be better than this, and I was the same. Both of us were nervous but we decided...to meet for a drink to see if we hit it off. Annie arrived in the pub we chose wearing a button up shirt, jeans and shoes. She was about five feet seven tall with short hair. We chatted for a while over drinks but the attraction was there and we both knew it. Annie asked what I was doing for the rest of the day. I had nothing planned so she asked. She then asked if i wanted to see her new pantyhose on her..I fixed drinks for us while she went to change. When she came out my jaw hit the floor. she had on the pantyhose and a black lacey bra...thats it. she came over to where i was sitting and put her foot up on my knee. I rubbed her foot,legs and ass.We kissed deeply as our hands were all over each other. She was rubbing my cock thru my pants.. I excused myself and went to the bathroom..I figured i go for broke and I came out in just my. Aunt Amalie paid her better than any maid in the area and Grace was devoted to her. Of course, there was always the off season, but even then, there was rarely a time that more than four of the six bedrooms were empty. In season, if you didn’t have reservations well in advance, you were out of luck. Aunt Amalie ran the B&B as much for fun as anything else, but it was truly profitable because she could charge outlandish rates and still keep the rooms full. It was a combination of her social. "Too bad you left me for him then."Aggressively I fuck her, unable to be gentle with the person who caused me so much heartache, reminded by the mention of Bradley. My mouth moves to her neck, and I clamp down and suck to leave lovebites."Ahh, Matt!" she cries out.Rapidly my pleasure heightens as I listen to her moans whilst I pound away. With her legs wrapped around my waist, crossed over at the ankles, I release her arse, and my hands move to caress her ample breasts then tug at her nipples.