Her inhales were getting deeper and she was holding the smoke in longer. She felt a little light headed and more than a little turned on as evidenced ...y the fact her pussy was getting quite wet. She put out the cigarette and lit another one immediately. As she smoked the second cigarette, she reached between her legs and rubbed her finger up her slit. Yup, the pussy was very wet. She used long strokes while spreading her lips apart and pressing hard on her clit at the end of the stroke. She. " She giggled. "It just seemed like a good opportunity."She walked over to the bed and kissed me, this time softly. "Call me sometime. Heck, call me Sunday. I want to know how this date with your ex-husband goes. He sounds like a great guy. If you don't want him send him my way."I was about to protest that I wasn't having a date with Peter, just supper. But then I hadn't realized that Betty and I were out on a date at first either. So I did something neither my parents nor my ex would have. My fingers run through her hair, as I question again, “I don’t remember saying or doing anything that would have warned you. So how did I?”She roams her nails delicately across my lower abdomen as she says, “It wasn’t really you. It was your body. I felt you stiffen and then jerk. I didn’t pull away in time. No need to worry though. It was wonderful.”“It was indeed.”“So you enjoyed it?”“Absolutely.”She continues running her nails up and down my body. “Would you like for me to do it again?”“At. She flipped the lock on the door and hoped that her husband would keep his word and not wish to return anytime soon. She calculated an hour in her head and looked at the time on the cheap plastic wall clock; hoping that it was keeping the right time. She closed and opened her eyes; taking a deep breath at the same time, her lips quivered as she finally turned to Tony.Pushing him onto the bed, Melissa looked down on him.“I need your cock,” she whispered, as she reached inside one side of her.