It was her wedding photo. In it she seemed so happy, more happy than she was right now. She was beautiful there too, in her wedding gown embraced by h...r husband Scott with her hands around his. So happy.She looked at her gloved left hand, and felt the band around her ring finger. Her wedding ring.Take it off.'I should take it off.' Jean thought to herself before shaking her head. 'Why?'Take it off!'I really should take it off.' She thought as her right hand came up to pull the left glove off. I went in and came after changing. I think her husband is leaner than me as his t-shirt was a tight muscle fit for me. We started chatting over various topics and that is when I came to know she works in a office in our hub. The rain was still heavy and it had started thundering and we knew it would take some time for it to reduce. She said she liked talking to me and is opening up slowly on all type of topics like her husband, their intimacy and so on. I was getting restless inside due to her. She did not say anything but after some effort on her part she got her leg bent at the knee and managed to lift her ass up a few inches. I got a hand on the bolt and again pulled hard. The wrench slipped off and the handle came up and pushed up in side her cunt.This was a ten inch crescent wrench and nearly all that steel handle was pushed up her cunt. She screamed and I pulled it out slowly. I said "God I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" I dropped the wrench and started to rub her cunt with the flat. I feel my penis being squeezed, pressed from either side. I look down to see it safely nestled between Bella’s wonderful creamy breasts. I moan at the sight. She smiles up at me with eyes half-closed. I harden even more, which seems impossible, and Bella squeezes her tits around my imprisoned shaft, working it up and down until my mind is spinning and I am groaning in sheer ecstacy at this wonderful bombardment of sexual feeling… I am shaking, almost passing out. Wonderful glorious waves.