Picture me, a trembling Katie, dressed in a short leather skirt, revealing her stockings, a black tight fitting blouse, a leather jacket, underneath a... shiny yellow underwear set. I am so nervous. Harry has been taking pictures of her dressed to fuck, dressed to be sell her time and body. A nervous, married milf, an innocent. A couple of the neighbours had seen me leave dressed like a slutAs Harry drove to a site we had explored a couple of time the week before I wondered whether I could back. Her dark hair cascaded down her back; her perfect breasts rose and fell with her deep breathing. They were fairly average in size with bikini tan lines which left her breasts pale, perfectly contrasting with her dark olive tan. Her stomach was flat and toned with a small jewel in her belly button. Her hips curved out wide from her waist and she had thin tan lines where her thong had been which drew attention to her curvaceous, round bubble ass cheeks. As she straddled will, her cock stood hard. A bit... occupied." Occupied? What are you doing."Then it dawned upon her."Bob," she laughed, "Do you mean that you are, um... fundamentally occupied."I grunted."Are you playing with your little blue boy's toy?" Yes love. It's in me now. I was thinking of you." Oh darling, do you want me? Do you want me there. Please can I come and see." Yes Sally yes. Come quickly. Let yourself in, I don't think I could make it to the door at the moment."I heard a peal of delightful laughter as she put her. His cock felt smooth, the skin soft. I could not stop staring at it. I held it in my palm and was shocked at its weight. His manhood began to swell under my touch, becoming even bigger and harder. I gently stroked it and marveled at its size. “That’s nice” he said, then said, “Let me see you.” He reached out and guided me to my feet. He gently removed my shirt as I undid my pants. There was no hiding my excitement, my cock sprang out, rock hard and standing almost straight up. “Nice cock, man”.