I played with her clit with my fingers while sucking on those tits and rubbing the boobs. She came more. Her back arched, my dick ached. The towel was...getting wetter. I stuck my finger up in her, then two. It didn’t faze her. Three, at four she was “oohing”. I pushed more and my thumb found her butt hole. She leaked so much it was so wet my thumb was covered. It went into her butt as easily as my finger in her pussy. I reached in further and further until my finger tickled her cervix. My thumb. Payback for a miserable marriage. Laurie was my ex-wife and as far as I was concerned she had fucked over me and she had to pay. I wouldn't be able to get on with my life until I somehow got back at her for what she had done.She was sitting at a table with some other girls from the bank where she worked as a loan officer. She rarely went out drinking with the girls, but she did have a drink or two with them when they went out for dinner together and this was one of those dinner nights. It was a. . . The entire rest room was flooded, and I had to go bad. To make matters worse for some reason I was barefoot. Then I kept seeing shit flowing everywhere. When I finally found a clean stall the toilet itself was overflowing with turds everywhere! I awoke with a k** sitting next to me poking me with a tootsie role. (‘Keep that up k** and I’ll hurl on ya!’) Then everything faded to black again . . . The metal table was cold against my skin. My hands and feet were tied up and I was wearing a. All could not have been as it seemed. That it was NOT an IRC role-play that was taking place. Claudette had the habit of brushing herself down like that. Imaginary dust, or imaginary hair. It probably would remain either a coincidence or a mystery how that imaginary bit of dust, or that imaginary hair always, but always managed to settle on the silk just over, or across the top of one nipple or both. There didn't need to be an excuse. Claudette was a woman in the prime of her life, enjoying.