" He held open the car door for her as she stepped in. They drove for some distance, making small talk to warm up the air and getting used to each oth...r's company. Every once in a while they would catch the other staring at them and then go back to gazing out the window. They were both thrilled to be meeting for the first time but, Sarah couldn't help but wonder if these feelings would last. She knew she shouldn't talk about this stuff now, especially after just meeting but, she's read stories. Her strokes are slow and measured, teasing me until I start squirming and writhing, arching my back and thrusting my hips against her hand as best I can. "Very nice," she says. In some part of my mind, I can't believe this is happening - that I'm responding so lewdly to a stranger's violation of my body, only minutes after my husband turned me over to "my new life" - but the shame and degradation I feel only makes me wetter, and I start whimpering with need. "Faster, love," he urges her. "I. She spread her legs slightly as she looked around to see if we were being watched. I reached my goal and let my fingers stroke her pussy lips through her panties. She let out a low sigh as my fingers slipped under the elastic at the legs of her underwear allowing me access to her pubic hairs and beyond. Her pussy was dripping cunt juice. I pushed a finger deep into her wetness watching her close her eyes.The train had started with a jerk. She opened her eyes, pushing my hand away at the same. My tennis class was quickly disabusing me of that particular notion. We had been paired off by the instructor, and told to practice just getting the balls back over the net. My hitting partner was a young guy like myself, and not someone who looked very fit or coordinated. Even so, he was faring far better than I was. He would hit to me, and I'd swing and hit it or miss it completely. When I did make contact, who knew where the damn ball would go. Not me, obviously. I was getting pissed off,.