When she saw Robert she automatically barked at him, “Didn’t I tell you never to interrupt my yo.....” Her voice trailed away into silence as sh... realized that her rules no longer applied. Robert took advantage of his wife’s awkward situation. He stood up, dropped his pants around his ankles, and making sure that Mildred was watching his every move, he grasped Abigail around her hips and steered his already rigid cock right between her delicious pussy lips. Robert could not resist mocking his. The only significant deviation from this pattern was spring break in her junior year when she accompanied a boyfriend she was living-with, to see what cohabitation was like, to Big Bend park and shared a room and pussy with two of his buddies as well.Even that was part of a plan, wanting to experience group sex. It was fun but never again. She now knew her sexual capabilities much better. They had been impressed but she never dated any of them again and moved out on the boyfriend.In the Fall,. Stood in front of the mirror she thought to herself that she looked pretty hot. Her long legs looked great in fishnets and her curves were extenuated by her blouse and skirt. She looked even taller then usual in her heels. She felt amazing. Suddenly the doorbell rang nervously she went to the door where a man in his 50s stood small thick set with a shaved head and tattoos on his forearms. He looked Gemma up and down.“Very nice! Gemma isn’t it?”“Yes and you are?” She enquires.“You can call me. It was a treat, I admit, to see the local vicar, as straight-laced as anyone, bury his face between the contessa’s thighs to her evident and vocal delight. Her cries were interrupted when Samuel mounted a vigorous assault on her mouth with his cock. Samuel may have quieted her but he didn’t slow her down.“Contessa?”I shook her shoulder a little. The vicar was apparently dozing, still between her thighs, and she’d swallowed when Samuel finished and wandered off.“Mmph.”I leaned closer. Her skin.