"Is that just from the pool, or are you already this wet?" I gave her a gentle lick, tasting her sweet juices and already knowing the answer to my qu...stion."I was masturbating before you caught me, honey! I'm that wet, and I want you." I kissed her pussy more firmly, softly licking her slit from her ass all the way to her clit. She moaned and writhed, parting her legs further and holding my head tight against her. I was fingering her, stroking her g-spot softly and lapping at her clit,. There we were... at the beach... in the park... in the back yard having a barbecue with the kids. Memories cascading past me, not letting me loose. I soon found myself crying.I cried for what I had lost in Becky's passing. I cried for losing Samantha, and I cried for losing my kids respect. I think I was crying for not only my loss, but what I had so stupidly shoved away too. I couldn't see any way back to those happier days... and now... seeing those days in front of me just was too much to. I nosed the car into the curb and, leaving the engine running, I hopped out to open her door. I extended my hand to assist her from the car and was astonished when I took a good look at her. She looked almost the same as she had when I picked her up earlier in the evening. Her face was slightly flushed and her make-up needed freshening, but nothing in her manner suggested she had just given her driver a first class blowjob on a dark Hollywood street. She tilted her head as we stood there and we. Lads being lads we always had something to say about the women we were working with but we all became aware of our department manager becoming a lot more fun and flirty since her recent divorce, she seemed to like to have fun just as much as we did. She would come into work and interrupt our far too regular banter wearing a short a skirt as she could professionally get away with and a tight low cut top showing off her huge round tits. As if this wasn't enough she had her hair cut short and.