I moaned in pleasure but this seemed to anger him."You are to keep silent, I want you to be quiet while I do what I want." Why?" Because it pleases me... so."I did not reply; his tongue went on. I found it hard not to cry out. And just when I thought I would explode, he stopped. I was left alone for a minute and then his fingers entered me, softly at first and then roughly."Now I want you to tell me what you want!" I want you to fuck me." Good, that I will do, after a little while. Now, you are. He had been practicing stimulating his hot, dirty business partner and he was pretty sure he knew exactly where to touch his wife and just how firm he needed to be to make her squirt. He had been quite shocked at the force required to get his lover to squirt but when he had managed it once, he could get her to pretty much squirt every time using his thumb or fingers. He pushed Helen's face into the bed. He spread her legs further apart with his knee, opening her up so he could get his thumb. The park is about a 40 second walk from the shop so I wasn't bothered. ''OK,'' I text back. I walked to the park and waited by a bin until he walked round the corner. I stared at him. Slightly taller than me, more beautiful here than on Facebook. Wearing a shirt, leather jacket and faded jeans. I'm a little shy, wondering what to do or say to him. He approached me, a wicked smile on his face, I couldn't help but smile back. He reached out and hugged me, the smell of him was heavenly, I could. "But you, you're perfect." "Do you really think so?" I teased, blushing as I found myself arching my back to push my firm, round breasts higher, my hard nipples aching to be touched. "Just hope I'm sexy as you are when I get older," she told me, eyes on my now moist vulva. I placed one foot on the bed, opening my thighs, trembling as I displayed my womanhood to her, letting her see my sex bloom before the caress of her hungry eyes. I moved onto the bed and her gaze rose to my breasts, lips.