She took little comfort in the fact that she was still a technical virgin because of the many sinful thoughts and close encounters of the physical kin... that she had endured for several years. The fact that she was a willing accomplice in many of these escapades was a source of constant guilt to her convent trained logic and her conscience weighed heavily on her mortal soul causing her to make the silliest of vows to do this or that or to not do this or that thinking all she had to do was to. It was only a twenty minute ride to the stop Lynn had told me to get off at.I only had to walk one block north until I hit their street, Palace Road. Number 22 was the third house on the right. A brick fronted rambling ranch with a one car garage on the extreme left of the house. The paved drive way ended at the garage but there also was an eight foot wide ribbon of asphalt winding it's way around the left side of the garage and into the backyard.Since Lynn had specified going in the back way I. I kept fucking her with the vibrator. I rubbed her pussy with my other hand, up and down, squeezing her clit each time I passed it.She moaned louder -- was it a scream yet? Her motions became intense. I squatted down as low as I could. I pressed my face up against her pussy, sucking her juices into my mouth, and pressing my tongue in, my piercing rubbing around inside her hole, still fucking her ass.That did it. Her whole body went stiff."Oh fuck I'm cumming! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck."She just. ”“Just like that?”“Sure, why not?”“You mean, just go?”“Well, maybe I should find a travel agent first,” I replied.“When?” She smiled and shook her head. “I can’t believe we can just up and go somewhere.”“Get used to it. It’s what us gentlemen of leisure do. Just don’t forget what we expect of the women in our lives.”Marilyn snorted and laughed. “Just make sure there’s only one woman in your life!”I lifted my glass of Chianti. “Old English toast - ‘ To our wives and our lovers, and the hope they.