Brian introduced me as a friend had met at work, Betty and I shook hands. She offered us coffee, and despite being coffeed out, I accepted. Betty went... through to the kitchen, and Brian followed her leaving me to take in the details of the lounge.After about ten minutes they both returned with a tray of coffee and biscuits. We chatted about general topics: weather, difficulties of parking in town, and Betty then asked about my wife. I explained that she had died some two years ago from cancer.. I linger a moment at the opening that I want to enter, then slowly glide back up letting the tip of my finger graze against your clit.I break the kiss, I need to breath and as I do you moan softly. I rub against you clit a bit, then plunge downward again until my finger penetrates you. I feel your nector on my finger tip and it is time. I get onto my knee, press my other knee between yours, and you willingly part your legs further. I can feel my pre-cum cool on the tip of my cock and know. I hoped she wasn't planning to rat me out. :)Even moreso than usual, I took pains to keep within my personal space in the middle seat, so as not to make her uncomfortable. I expected to pass the rest of the trip in silence, since the old guy to my left was already leaning against the window and half-asleep, and I picked up my magazine to read for just a bit - even without a kid to look after, I expected to drift off to sleep after a while, it having been a long week already. To my mild. Oh...damn, that feels really good. God, you are a bitch!" Mhm," Roxanne murmured, her mouth firmly locked onto her partner's slick pussy. The clenched walls relaxed and Roxanne's digit slid all the way in. She wriggled it, up and down and side to side."Holy fuck! Ahh...goddammit!" Want me to stop, dear?" Roxanne raised her head, juices dripping from her chin. She ran her elegant tongue around her lips and captured some of the precious liquid. "Mmm, so sweet." No, please don't stop. I haven't.