.”“James, no,” she said again.If I was confused by the sudden turn of events, it seemed she was in shock on her end too. She explained without c...asing the movements of her fingers that for almost the entire session, she had been trying to imagine that she was doing it with her deceased husband. But when I talked about taking it to the next level, she could not deny it. It was not her husband in her imagination at all. It was James, the person she had just met and talked for a few hours, not the. At two thirty Brenda arrived, a tall willowy, long haired blond in her mid-thirties. “What are the rules the rules today?,” she asks with a knowing smile as I notice she has a stud on her tongue“June is flying back home in two days, when she leaves she wants to be sexually satiated and she wants me to watch another woman seduce her and pleasure her,” I inform her as June makes an entrance.She is dressed in the outfit I helped her ***********, knee length black cocktail dress, heels and a very. Walking in, it didn’t take but a few moments to make sure all eyes were on me as I casually started to peruse the aisles. I stopped to look at a few things along the way; reaching for something above my head, requiring me to get on my tip toes and stretch, letting my shirt come up and show my tanned tummy, occasionally bending at my knees to see something lower, but more often bending at the waist to let the back of my skirt ride up my shapely legs, showing off the bottom of my ass. I pretended. And then decided I didn’t care. It felt too good. He thrust himself up inside me again, both hands on my hips pulling me back onto his hard cock and I completely lost control. ‘Oh God, please, Callum, don’t stop! Don’t stop, harder, please! Fuck my pussy harder, please, please!’ I heard the begging tone in my voice and hated it but I certainly wasn’t going to stop pleading with him to fuck me harder. I heard him chuckle and he rammed his meaty cock inside of me again, our bodies slapping.