She placed an elbow on the leather seat in front of her and held the head rest in the other hand for balance. She'll need it, I silently grunted, as I...tugged her shirt up across her back, exposing her caramel flesh.I crudely yanked her pants down to her knees and exposed pretty black satin panties with white lace trim around the waistband and legs. The fabric was so soft and feminine.I yanked those down too."Ohh baby, feed my hungry cunt," she pleaded, while she wiggled her naked brown ass in. My heart sank as the three ladies strode into the warmth of the kitchen, slamming the door behind them. The tinkling of whisky glasses marking the start of the nightcap.I resigned myself to bolting up the front door, shouting goodnight to mum and then going straight to bed. As I lay in the dark, every now and then I could hear the long lilting accent of Betty over the raucous noise of my family as they went down through the bottle of whisky. Mum had joined them and I think the three of them. But, I watched them ride off and I really didn't care if they hid to watch or not. I doubt they did since they were a couple. My Internet woman wasn't too concerned either as she just grinned and directed her eyes right back to my crotch when they were out of sight.I didn't want our chance encounter to end with the police visiting, so I wasted no time getting down to business. I unzipped my shorts and freed my growing cock. She let out an approving moan as I stroked the first drop of precum. Stop it!"Rescuing naked damsels is my specialty," he said, wrapping his large, dark hand around mine. "Call me if you need anything," he smiled, saying anything like it could be a broken cabinet hinge or a night of sexual bliss. I pulled my hand away and rushed out the door.What a night! My husband was still fucking his young slut of a co-worker and I was staring out my window, wondering whether I wanted to pull the curtains closed. Standing in the middle of my bedroom, still wearing Ron's.