Two days later I got a text saying she would be home late. Nothing unusual, she often works late. When she came home I was in the kitchen making dinne..., the c***dren wathcing TV in the living room. Angie came over and kissed me deeply, taking my hand and putting it up her skirt and onto her bare wet pussy! 'Joes' handywork' She smiled and winked as she left the kitchen. My cock was raging hard. I smelled my fingers, no sperm but a well fucked pussy nun the less! I couldn't wait to hear what. " But I am your court appointed advocate." No, I want to call my lawyer." But you have stated that you didn't want to do that, in any circumstances."I sighed."Son, do you have some ID?" Yes I do." Can I see it?" Why do you want to see it?" Because I want to able to point out the idiot who should never be allowed to come too close to anyone in trouble. Once I take care of that, it certainly will happen."He wasn't happy with me. I was furious, but I made sure that it didn't show. After a moment,. As I moved my face further between her legs, I caught the scent of her perfume and guessed she had some dabbed on her inner thighs.Now with my senses tingling as I caught the scent of her femininity laced with the pheromones of her desire, the tip of my nose finally touched the silky fabric of her knickers. She opened her legs wider, still making her excuses with her husband, her dress rode right up and my nose pressed her pussy lips apart through her knickers and I rubbed it back and forth. She shivered as the morning air hit her. God, it was cold! She grabbed her ancient, mustard-brown Carhartt pants and pushed her legs through, cursing those extra pounds she’d put on over the past few years. In recent years her hips, upper thighs, and rear had all filled out, making her old pants a bit tight. She hopped across her room’s faded old rag rug as she struggled to pull them on, after buttoning them up, she reached for her socks. She couldn’t see her work boots anywhere, and hoped.