Hesitantly she said that she wanted to become her daughter’s lover. I told her that their goodbye kiss kind of confirmed that fact all ready. She ag...reed.Then she told me that she suspected something but sort of confirmed it last night. Just before sex her husband goes down the hall to the bathroom when they have one right in their bedroom. When he comes back he has her lick his fingers to get them wet so that he can finger her clit for her before he fucks her. She had always suspected something. She dressed fancy, but without taste, usually wearing white pants and colourful blouses, some scarves and large gold and pearl jewellery. She was short, almost a head shorter than me, but about the same size, which made her look much heavier than me. Her hips were wide, but her butt was nice and tight and round for her age, while her breasts, though still large and impressive, had given in to gravity and were hanging a little lower than they once had.I know this because the first time I met her. Mr. James put his phone down and rubbed his cock against Tara’s face. Her mouth, open as she moaned girlishly at my cock in her ass, was easily filled by James’s cock. She slurped greedily on it, her eyes closed, cum-plastered face bobbing up and down his shaft. It took some time, but eventually I was balls-deep in Tara’s ass. I let it bounce and slap against my thrusting hips, loving the sound and feel of it. I’d press on the small of her back to make her arch it, or reach under to rub her. 3 trough and flexed it into a semi-circle with consummate ease. He swished it a couple of times and seemed satisfied. Then he approached the Block.“Barbara,” he said loudly. “Fifteen strokes. Ordered by Miss Ramon for being negligent in your duties.”There was the taut, naked bottom. So utterly helpless. I am sure, if the skin had not been so stretched, it would have been twitching with dread. As it was, it simply curved, waiting.Then the caning began. Barbara, who must have been fairly.