Her tummy was soft and puffy as I kissed over it to her mound. I pulled at her unruly bush with my lips then spread her and licked her slit. I moved...up to her clitoris and rapidly flicked her opaline tip before sucking it into my mouth, nursing on her. “Oh God Hank, that’s it, that’s it, oh, oh, oh, suck me taste me, taste meeeeeeeeeeeeeee, ayeeeeeeeeee,” she wailed, her hips pounding, powering her pelvis against my face. She screamed, “Oooooooooooooooo, Yesssssssssssssssss, Yes, yes, yes.”. 'Brendan started to reply, then gave up and slid to the floor, back pressed against the wall to Leah's right, their feet almost touching. Leah stared ahead, to her diffuse reflection in the polished lift doors: a blurred image of a short, stocky brunette in her late twenties staring back, revealing nothing of her deep chestnut eyes, rosebud lips, or blushed skin. She may not have been a supermodel, but she didn't fare too badly in the looks department.Brendan broke the silence. 'What were you. The best part is you did this to yourself. And if you try to get this key from me or forcefully remove that device, I'll tell my current gym trainer boyfriend that you keep stalking me at work." You wouldn't." Oh, I would. This just seems like too much fun to me. My ex gets no orgasms or pleasure and has to do all the humiliating things I say while I get to fuck my bull of a boyfriend? You know, I should make you come over and hide in the closet while he fucks me. So you can hear what it sounds. Of course I know the mechanics of it, I just don't understand myself.You see, up till three months ago I was your all-American typical housewife and mum. God, I was so typical it almost hurt. I was good-looking in that clean, suburban fashion: Blonde, curly hair (with the aid of my hairdresser), a fine figure formed in the gym and without much damage from a childbirth; always a kind smile on my face, be it in church or in school. Happily married to my high school sweetheart, the moment we both.