I grab her and lift her up and lie her on my desk, knocking over paper and stuff. I pull her legs apart, holding them in the air, and go down and star... to eat her wet used pussy. I lick it up and down and stick my tongue into it. It feels and tastes great and she moans. I reach up and rub her tits while eating her out. We are both moaning at this point. I feel like I’m going to blow, so I get up and push my cock back into her pussy and start to fuck her missionary style on the desk (another. I hurried up to her bedroom and caught my breath after all this time I had made it in to her bedroom though on my own. I looked in the first drawer but it was not it, then the second then the third and there they were. All laid out neatly mainly white brassierres, knickers, and tights all on top. Carefullly and remembering how they were, I lifted out the top ones to see what lay beneath. As I progressed I found a white suspender belt and then a cream one, realy good ones, deep panelled with. "As a matter of fact, I do," he answered as he pushed forward, stretching me open.I locked my ankles behind his back. "Then take it!" I growled. He lunged forward, filling me completely. Just as quickly, he withdrew and lunged again, making my breasts wobble. He smiled at me, grabbing my breasts, one in each hand as his cock tried to go deeper with each stroke. a lustful, throaty growl emanated from his throat as he rutted, seemingly trying to split me in half.Not used to being taken in such a. The cost I though, was worth it and would of course, impress her. Looking back, that might have been a mistake. It led to all kinds of troubles and recrimination, eventually to disastrous consequences to her marriage. The show finished for the day. Helen went to the B&B with her boss, which complicated things a little and meant some frantic text messages asking me to wait and then having to change plans so that we arranged to meet at Victoria Station. Feigning tiredness, Helen retired early,.