Pounding me harder and faster, I am not sure how much more I can take. I am almost out of my mind with pleasure! I can’t concentrate on anything oth...r than the sensations filling my body. I want to cum so badly I can taste it. "Oh god baby! That’s it, deeper…harder…harder…deeper baby…deeper!!" I can’t take it anymore and I come in one messy, hot, clench. "OH MY GOD!!" She is screaming now as she nears her own climax. "HOLY SHIT THAT’S IT!! YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD LITTLE WHORE! YOU LIKE MY CUM? YOU. I saw this guy he was about 6’4′, had a great body dressed in slacks, polo shirt and boat shoes he had a shopping basket full of toileties. We were in line together so to be friendly struck p a conversation with him. He said he hated shopping, but had to do it at least once a month, I told him that I loved to shop especially for clothes, of all kinds. He asked what kind of all kinds,I explained that it was private girl stuff and he laughed we paid our bill. End up walking out together his car. Then it hit me. The answer was on my doorstep. Literally almost. “Greg!” “Who the fuck is Greg?”! Exclaimed Laura. “Yeah, who’s Greg? Asked Gemma. “The guy across the road.” “Him! He looks like a bit of a drip,” Said Laura. “I know. He isn’t though. He’s quite nice actually. He cuts my hedges and stuff.” Laura didn’t know about my little thing with my neighbour a few months back, so I made out I had seen his wanger when he took a pee in my garden. “He’s hung like a donkey!” I said, truthfully.. She had purposefully brought the subject up a month before the temporary separation to let him mull it over and get used to it. He never knew about us though, and in a sly way the affair with the heiress made him think he hadn't been cuckolded, at least by a man. Spotting him in town with a local woman walking hand in hand while his wife slept with another woman, I let the secretary know when she got back. She shrugged, figuring it for a long affair, and he always came home.So far the closest.