In the low light creeping from the street I could see her wetness glistening.“Use those fingers,” she suggested.I sat down next to her, and began ...to finger her pussy. One finger seemed far too easy at this point, as did two. I jammed a third finger in there.“More,” she begged.“I’m not hurting you, am I?” I courteously checked to make sure, though I sort of knew that she was a bit of size queen already and could take just about anything I offered.“No. Keep going.”I moved up to four fingers. I. The pleasure was intense and I spent a few minutes just enjoying myself. Knowing there was one more task to do, I went and picked up the lipstick. I went into the bathroom and stood close to the mirror as I began to outline my nether lips with it. The cool smearing of it over my inflamed self was unreal. Finished, I stood hands on hips and looked at myself silently. I noted all the signs of a woman in lust. No way could I deny how erotic and sexy I looked. I posed a few times and blushed. My wife is very friendly and would always be polite and say hello to him.She seemed surprized when I told her that I thought he fancied her, and said that she didn't think that was the case and that he was just being pleasant and talking to the customers. After two more visits my wife told me that she thought I was right, that he did fancy her, and that she thought it sweet that a young man could be interested in a chubby middle aged housewife (she actually has a very curvy figure but it isn't. She kissed me deeply and I could taste traces of salty black cum in her mouth. I pulled down her tight blue jeans. My sweet Ana had not a thong on and I was pretty sure she was wearing one when she left…Then I asked about the fate of that sexy red purple thong; but Ana smiled with a devilish grin and told me her black stud had also loved that thong and he had kept it as a souvenir…I smelled the sweet fragrance of her pussy lips and touched then with the tip of my tongue. Ana was dry down there.