I slid my hand down her tummy and under her very short skirt and began to rub her panty-less shaved pussy. I began sliding my finger in and out of her...wet pussy. Being in the midst of this noisy crowd was very exciting for both of us. Beth had her eyes closed and was doing that little murmuring hum she does when she is turned on.The barman returned with the drinks so I had to remove my hand from her pussy to pay him. I took a sip of my drink and when I put my hand back under her skirt there was. He was gently rubbing on my clit.Already I was aroused by his sucking,but when he started rubbing my pussy,I was unknowingly letting out moans.My age,family,society,personal choice,nothing mattered anymore,I just want to get fucked by this ugly old man in his wreck of his house.Sensing that I was ready.He stopped sucking.He pulled the saree from me and then removed the drawstrings of my petticoat.In one stroke,he removed his lungi.Now,we were totally naked and he was top of me.His face showed. Just as she started to orgasm I push my tongue in hard against her opening. She buried her face in the pillow so her screams wouldn't be heard on the street. I use some lube with my natural lubrication as I lubed my fingers up and using my pinky finger I started to push it inside her cherry ass. Lora moaned but didn't pull away so I began fucking my finger in her and when it seemed to get comfortable for her I added one more finger. By the time I had three fingers in her ass, I was used my. ”“But I haven’t got the long weight,” he protested. Then, as he spoke, the penny dropped. All of the widget testers and Monica Rimmington doubled up with laughter. A red-faced Timothy Fishlake made his way back to the shipping department to be met with gales of laughter.Mrs Goodhead could hardly speak. Tears of mirth ran down her cheeks.“You waited too long, Timothy,” she spluttered. “You’ll have to make up the lost time at the weekend.”At lunchtime, Timothy could not face the inevitable finger.