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I've not....done anything before she said embarrassed... 'that's okay you'll learn from the best lean forward..' she did and he unlaced her bikini top...her nipples were hard he kissed her neck her shoulder and worked his way over her boobs nipping at her nipples as he climbed on top of her kissing further and further down until he got to her bikini bottoms he licked over them at first and she giggled he kept licking until they were soaking and he knew she could feel every lick as if she had no. I continued to scroll through the history she forgot to delete and it was full of black men, she had even been in a chat room so I clicked on that and I got talking to a few men on there and asking what they did? they told me they go to a club in the town we live and they meet older ladies and they fuck them, I was like I hope its not Sue. I stayed up and waited for Sue to get in and she came falling through the door tipsy, I said good night love, great she said we had a brill time, I asked her. As instructed, she clasped her gold chain around her neck with the cross nestled above her breasts. She looked like the whore that she knew that she was – wearing only make up, her cross and her black garter belt, thong, stockings and heels. Taking the dress from the box she held it over her head then let it slide down her body. It fit perfectly – they knew her size at Blooms. Since she was wearing it braless it was showing her breasts and her nipples were obviously protruding through the. The leather was pulled taut and the straps felt tight on her cheeks and neck. She was held in a yawning facial expression her eyes looking horrified. The man caressed her fine rump looking at her upturned ass from different angles, like a painter might study his canvas. Mrs B took one long suck to Carls tip before letting his rampant cock flick up out of her mouth spittle flying everywhere. The woman began to slowly jerk his cock as Mr B pushed his harnessed wife onto the seat her arms flailing.

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