" I expected her to correct me and tell me she was a miss, but that didn't happen. I glanced quickly at her hands but found no sign of any ring.“I'm...passing through, just for tonight. I missed the last train so here I am, waiting for the dawn in the warmth of this bar.” I said. The woman smiled and looked around. I think she did not understand the concept of irony, or maybe she was just observing which friends or acquaintances were there. "I see," she said, nodding as she searched for something. ”“Nice to meet you both,” he said accepting a quick hug from each of them. “This is Karen Kaliszewski, my wife the Dentist!”“Hello, Doctor Kaliszewski,” I said.“No ‘Doctor’,” she said. “We don’t call dentists in Blighty ‘doctor’.”“Mister Todd, Miss Kaliszewski?” I asked.“Exactly!” she agreed. “These two cranky little ones are Mark and Jane.”“Hi, kids!” Kara said.“Let’s get out to the cars and get you to the house,” I said.I took over the cart-pushing duties, and we walked as quickly as we could. After several minutes he changed position and lay directly on top of me.He licked my eyes, ears, and nose, before lifting his body and clamping my head into his damp ripe right armpit. I licked like mad before the other armpit followed. My armpits were soon tackled as he alternated between my pits, chest, and face. With all the moisture, I felt like a backstroke swimming champion. My legs were soon lifted up before he started fucking me. The more I called him daddy, the hornier he became. His. I could feel her tongue lapping at my head, her hands squeezing my balls.Her small clit was protruding from its little hidey-hole. Hard and pink. Tempting though it was, I had to bide my time. My wife is not easy to bring to orgasm, usually at least an hour, sometimes two, even three occasionally. Going for her clit too soon would just make her sore. I nibbled and licked her inner thighs, bit her mound and dragged my tongue through her lips. My saliva was coating my hand. I slid my wet thumb.