Carol stood up and Mark started kissing her again, Mark asked if she could taste her own pussy, and she asked him if he could taste his own cum. They ...ade out some more, and she went back down on his impatient cock. She started rubbing her pussy again, blowing Mark must have brought that sexual urge back. He started shuttering, saying he couldnt hold back much longer, so she stopped again. Mark said you like to tease me too much, Im going to tease you instead and told her to lie down on the. And he knew exactly when to move on to more interesting territory. The bench was hard on my back but with his tongue buried in my pussy I hardly noticed. He was enthusiastic. Thorough. There was nowhere that tongue wasn’t dying to get to. Thick and flat against my hard clit one moment, then stiff and determined, deep in my wet pussy the next. His thumbs were making every effort to stretch me wider than I’ve ever been. I began begging him just to finish it. He clamped his lips over the hard bud. " Don't be, Paul, it's ok with me. You can look, if you want. And while we are only the two of us here, you can call me Helen, all right?" I don't even remember if I answered that, but I was floating on air as I walked down to my bike, and I hardly slept that night.Tuesday started hot and sunny, and even my light shorts and a T-shirt felt warm on the ride to work. But nothing compared to the heat Mrs. Jones, ahh, Helen, generated in me, when she turned up, all dressed in white. A thin, white. ‘I love this painting,’ she said loudly, so I could hear her in my small kitchen, and I stuck my head out to see what she was looking at. ‘Oh thanks, that’s one of mine,’ I said. It was a large Cape Cod beach scene, a figurative portrait of a couple standing on a vast open beach, the kind of thing I do for a living. ‘You’re an artist?’ she asked, clearly intrigued. ‘Yup,’ I said. ‘Not as often as I should be though. I should have been working today instead of laying around in the sun.’ I went.