Sit down on that bench. Just tell me if I'm doing it right."She clambered over the fence, all the while trying to regain her composure. She was annoye... she hadn't managed it more elegantly than she had. Over the next hour, she followed Bob's instructions as she continued to de-weed and tidy the small path. She wished she had chosen to wear something other than shorts and a t-shirt."When's Ken due home?"She had forgotten all about Ken, and not just coming home. She had forgotten she was married. She moaned, obviously wanting more. Just then, I smelled dinner starting to burn in the kitchen. I quietly motioned to Bill to continue, and walked softly to the kitchen. I took my time, silently stirring dinner so it would cook evenly. I had left my wife alone with Bill! How much did I trust him? I couldn’t bear the suspense. Even though only a couple of minutes had passed, I crept back to the den. Bill was slowly stroking his cock with one hand, and tickling my wife’s clit with the other,. Below the tiny starburst of her asshole lay her beautiful virgin vagina. I instantly sprang half a hard on at the sight. Her clit didn’t protrude, nor her lips. It looked like a baby’s pussy. And I desperately wanted to rob the cradle of this one. Hell, she wanted to lose her virginity, right? And she didn’t care to whom.I went to the door and braced the handle with my cleaning bucket and mop, and returned to this beautiful creature.I tore off my clothes in anticipation, and knelt beside her,. She insisted that a man should pump the gas and made me do it. I got a nice rush when an older man pulled up on the other side of the pump and said hello. The bookstore was another story.I was not ready for direct contact in a well-lit environment so Claire left me in the car. She claimed she forgot cigarettes and made me go in to get them after pointing out the store was empty except for the one counter person, a middle aged non-threatening woman. I entered the store money in hand so I would.