” “Henry! Call me Beth, please? Just for tonight, at least?” He laughed. “I’ll try – no promises!” They set about putting dinner togethe..., each falling into a familiar routine; since his wife had died, Henry was a frequent dinner companion, often when her husband was traveling and occasionally even joining the two of them when he was in residence. He refreshed her drink, adding another finger of bourbon and a new ice cube to replace the mostly-melted one before pouring his own, neat, two. I started massaging her back and arms, slowly going down her gorgeous legs, and in between her thighs, I was so horny while doing this I could hardly keep my composure. She layed there in front of my ready to be fucked hard but she just didn't want to say it. I massaged her for a good hour never letting my hands leave her body, I went inside her pussy massaging it very carefully with my hands and mouth, so began to squirm and rotate her hips to my hands and pushing back onto my hand as hard as. He could faintly hear her cries of pleasure as her release washed over her body, her head tossing from side to side, hair flying out of control as her orgasm hit her hard.Finally her movements stilled and he saw her inhale deeply. She rested her head against the seat for a few minutes and then dropped her legs from the dash. She flipped the lever and returned her seat to its normal position. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw him standing there and realized he had witnessed the entire scene.. I told her I was having really bad cramps, and would she let me go to her place and lay down for a while. She gave me her key, and with a sly wink, said “enjoy ” seems I wasn't fooling anyone. I got to the apartment before James, and went to the bath room and got a towel to put under us, washed my pussy, and dabbed some of her perfume behind my knees,and on my neck. When he finally got there I was sitting on the bed, the towel spread, and no panties on ,waiting for him..It suddenly occurred.