” She stopped me, putting a finger to my lips, saying, in a soft voice, “Its okay, I am sure he’s expecting something like this.” Jean, then...started kissing me again. As this went on, we somehow just lost it, and were unconsciously taking each other’s clothes off, in-between the kissing. We were now totally naked, I had my hands on the sides of Jean’s shoulders, she had one hand on my thigh, and the other was stroking my cock. We broke the kiss, and Jean went down, dribbled some spit onto my. She began running her hands through my hair before her fingers tightened around my hair and she gripped my head and smashed it against her clit. With a vigor I did not think I possessed, I continued eating her out. She finally shuddered, gasping and orgasming in my mouth. What a delicious pussy she had.The foreplay had warmed her up. She was now ready to take control. She climbed onto me, and I slid out of my boxers. My dick was shining with precum. I asked her to help me with the condom; it. He was as sober as a judge, and in no time at all, we were making out. There were no words. The video was still playing and both of us occasionally looked at it, but most of the time, we were concentrating on each other. It was a very quick and beautiful marital fuck, better than we had shared for a long time.Gary switched the video and TV off and said we had to talk.What he said was worrying. He told me that the pandemic figures in Turkey were getting bad quite quickly and that the government. She was wearing a pin-striped blue Oxford shirt and a hip-hugging black pencil skirt that reached just above her knees. Her blonde hair was in a secure bun on the top of her head, small wisps escaping to frame her gorgeous face. When she finally reached the elevator she stepped inside and pushed the button to her new private office with her right hand, her left arm full of important business papers. She had just been given an amazing promotion by her boss, Mr. Stone who clearly saw her.