I took the knickers away from my cock and looked at my cum soaking into the material,i laid there for a few minutes, in ecstasyI then licked the gusse... again, knowing my cum and her juices from the day was mixed together,After a while I got out and ran my self a bath and washed her knickers under the tap, then laid on the sofa and drifted off t sleepI woke up around ten thirty match of the day was on I laid watching that feeling so contented,Around eleven fifteeni heard the front door open ,. My nose was buried in the soft fur of her groin as my tongue traced the sensitive lips of her pussy and slipped in to find the pearl of her lust. Judy moaned out loud as I teased her passion bud with my tongue and drove her on to sexual pleasures she surely hadn’t experienced with her lame husband. I smiled with the realization that, despite her vows, she was lost in a passion she didn't know or understand. Her traitorous body was full of lust and was mine for the taking. I sensed the limo slow. Hell, this wine could be from Chile, and this other one with Hamburg on it, the juice may be purchased from Germany.’ ‘Loosen up Louie. It’s the same as music. Not everyone has the same taste. So far, the Texans I’ve seen seem to prefer beer and whiskey over fine wine.’ ‘You’re right again,’ he said, ‘though that means that they are not trying to make wine for my taste. I’m not interested. Let’s find another winery to visit.’ ‘Fine by me. I don’t want to stand here and argue with you.’ On that. The village police would leave you alone as long as you didn't cause any trouble. The local TV news would launch an "investigation" into the area every year or so, but nothing ever changed. I recall one reporter asking the mayor onscreen, "How can you allow strip joints within blocks of your elementary school?" His response was, "Who do you think paid for that school?"Anyway, this was a playground for me for the years I lived in that area. The strip joints were good, but the adult bookstores.