I didn’t think I was going to get my flowers here so I gave a brief he’s an idiot comment and tried to leave. She asked if I meant it. I looked at...her, she was pretty, about 55 and a proper shaped womanly body and large breast that were, to be honest, struggling to break free from the shirt that imprisoned them. So I repeated the yeah, I don’t know what your husband is like but that is no way to treat someone and you’re gorgeous I said, his loss, or something like that. She half laughed and. She looked at me at told me but they were to fat. I told her nonsense, they were muscle."I don't look to tarty? She asked. Nonsense I told her, she looked beautiful and I would be proud to show her around town. Misty smiled and looked at herself in the mirrors again. I told her to get the fishnets too and then I told her to pick out a nice pair of black undies to go with that outfit. Misty looked around, found the lingerie and picked up a pair of black panties. I saw a throng pair to told her. You do see and you give them to me, all of them. You count as you add fingers, “One, two, mm three is getting tight” you say in a voice that is starting to show your own needs. Then, “four, oh yes, You want five?” you ask, and what can I say? “Yes damn it, give me everything” Holy fuck I would think if I could think about anything, if this violation wasn’t overwhelming me so much that I could do anything other than embrace it, take it. “I’m fisting your cute shaven pussy now” You. Having said that, it was still thicker than any cock I had experienced in the past.“That’s it bitch…..ride me….ride my foot”“Fuck it…….come on FUCK IT!” she shoutedI was still slowly slipping down on her foot, and then I stopped as I couldn’t go any further. My clit was touching her leg and my juices were leaking out down her foot and onto the stool. I looked down and to see her leg there, knowing, feeling her foot was inside me…ooooooo I can’t put in to words how dirty and horny it felt. I.