I watched from a vantage point some distance away as Ian approached and they got chatting. I could not see her reaction clearly. She looked shocked an... even looked around to see if I was close. I could see her shaking her head and then she reached for her phone. A few moments later my phone text chime went off. Sally asking me if this was real and what she should do.I replied. "Yes real, make him happy. I will see you later at 7 pm."I watched her look at her phone and then they chatted for. She has a well shaped body of size 36b-34-36. Every one would wish to have her. She looks like south Indian actress Asin. She is newly married and have no kids. Her husband goes out of station very often leaving all a line in home.A month passed by, and she became close to my mom as all ladies are addicted to serials. I used to talk with her but wasn’t close enough. I used to see her assets very often as she sent most of her time in my home.Days passed on and I started to get feelings on her. Then her goal of becoming a Vice President of some company by the time she turned thirty could become a strong possibility.I could hardly think about going back to school in the fall let alone a fifteen-year plan. Leslie was planning on marriage, two kids, and a divorce by the time she turned thirty and not necessarily in that order. Also on her list was possibly dropping out of school, becoming a waitress, and maybe becoming and alcoholic too.Well I suppose you are wondering where the title. Her pink lips open grow darker red. Milkly clear fluids foam and leak from her. Coating my cock or her fingers. Something else I crave. Feeling her pussy clench and relaxe around my stiffness as she climaxes with me inside. Letting her enjoy the sensations her body creates inside. Letting her calm before I start a slow in and out drive. Building up speed and force.Slowing rolling my hips into hers deep inside her. Trying to find the angle that we both feel. The firm ridges of her G spot rubbing.