There was a fire between her legs that needed dealing with, as she knew the feeling all too well, and knew when she felt like this she needed sex. But...her husband wasn't around, so she would have to satisfy herself. Lucy had only been gone for about fifteen minutes so she knew she had plenty of time.Gemma put her hands up under her dress, her thumbs hooked into the top of her knickers and she pulled them down to her ankles, she used her feet to free herself of her very wet panties. She eased. Spreading my legs widier, sliding the dildo inside my wet pussy, slowly sliding the dildo in and out with one hand, as I play with my tits with the other hand. Not taking my eyes from you, or you from me, sliding the dildo a little harder and faster as you stroke your cock harder and faster.Not being able to stand it anymore, you get up from the couch, your hard cock bouncing as you walk towards the bedroom, taking the dildo from my hand, you get on your knees and start to lick my pussy,. Rather than be disappointed or disgusted, my first guess if I had to make one, she felt rather flattered as my father had stopped touching her before I hit middle school. This information was unexpected, not part of the plan, but had given me a desire to continue with my plans.I did learn that she had assumed I had ‘grown out’ of that obsession years before – she aged noticeably since the divorce, my string of girlfriends, leaving home for college and then work, and simply the lack of trying to. I had to see her, I had to talk to her somehow. Bible study was on Wednesday at 7:00pm and I was there with my mother’s boyfriend’s son hoping not to be seen with the boy in the assumption that I might be his mother. “Excuse me…” said a voice to my left and my heart instantly dropped. It was Bianca wearing a black woman’s suit with a white top underneath. Her dreads hanged loosely down her back as she leaned into our pew. “Our sessions get a bit intense here but we do have a children’s church.