I then let his shirt fall to the floor before dropping to my knees and slowly removing his belt and jeans. He grabbed the belt and told me to keep goi...ng, so I slid my fingers in the waistband of his pants and slowly pulled them down revealing his thick 8 inch cock. It dropped down so it was pointing straight at my mouth and I looked up at him and he grabbed the back of my head and ordered me to oped my mouth, so I did as he ordered and he forced his cock deep into my mouth and started to face. “Why doesn’t your wife like it rough, John?”“She doesn’t like it full stop!” I reply, not joking.“Then take me instead, John.”I start to increase the pace and force of my thrusts, and she continues, “That’s it John. Just like that. Think of all the times that bitch has given you the cold shoulder in here. Well no more! Have me instead.” I love the dirty talking Di does, so different from the way my wife is on the rare occasions we ever make love, and Di clearly knows it.“Squeeze my tits, John.. Wow, I liked the look. Ilooked and felt 25 years old. The boots were like tight gloves, thelingerie magic. My groin twitched with excitement. I had no makeup!That would polish off the look.I thanked Lindsay as I went back to the change room. I gathered upmy stuff and put it into the bag."You're going to wear that home I hope," Lindsay said. "Oh I wouldlove to." As I was sitting there collecting my stuff Lindsay leanedinto me and kissed me again. Can we get together some time she asked?I said,. Before open the door she scrutinises her appearance in the mirror, her bunches and makeup look good, then with nerves rushing through every inch of her body, steels herself before opening the door to a smiling Anthony. Jody drinks in the vision in front of her; he is a tall, ruggedly handsome gent in his mid forties, with dark hair shaved close to his scalp, dark sparkling eyes and a smile to melt icebergs. He is clothed in workers boots, tight jeans and a jacket unbuttoned to revealing a.