I looked up at the kitchen to see my girls mother washing a bit of dishes. Staring at that ass like a hungry wolf on the hunt, I got up and walked up ...behind her as she washed dishes and I slid my hands around her waste, I wasn't sure what to expect. But I grip her hips and pulled her in as I went for a slow and passionate kiss on her neck as I moved her hair out the way. I felt push her self harder into me and she let out a small moan slip through her lips. I kept kissing the back of her neck. " Michelle DeNeuve will perform La Defloration, by Mark Stainforth, this is the first performance ever and the middle section is to be improvised, Ladies and Gentlemen, Miss Michelle DeNeuve.Michelle looked on, it was called La Defloration, she had no idea, her copy had no title, except MS 99/D but she saw the tape machine revolving ready to record her performance so she took up her bow and started to play.The sober suited audience listened intently, the high school Cello had a different feel. ”“How can you be sure he - your lover won’t tell?” he almost choked on the word.“Trust me; I know. He’ll be discreet too,” I assured him.“Is he married?”“Yes. Well, sort of…” I said.Pete breathed deeply. I looked carefully at the man I had married over twenty years ago and who had just learned that his normal, ordinary wife had been extraordinarily unfaithful to him. To my amazement, his boxer shorts were straining under the pressure of an enormous erection.He took a step towards me, then. "Those feet felt so good, so I want to give you what you want too" he said, and pulled my anal plug out slightly, just so he was able to shove it back in. I moaned, and he smacked my ass again and again. He stopped spanking me and moved his fingers up and down my clitoris. My pussy was so wet, it welcomed his fingers when they slipped right in. I moaned so loud that he took his fingers out and began to smack me again. "I think you like that a little too much, don't you?" He asked, while he.