I ducked down until only my eyes were peering over the windowsill - maybe she could give me a clue as to the where abouts of her gorgeous sister?"Oh......" She sighed, stretching. I watched as she reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her nun like dress, within seconds it had fallen to her ankles and there stood another angel. Wearing nothing but a single garter around her left thigh she stood, tall, majestic in the little cottage. Her breasts were supple, her nipples pert and erect. My. I also knew he was divorced and had 2 k**s also. I assured my wife that I would not go nuts when I met her boyfriend. I'm not the jealous type anyway.So the plan was for Kenny to come over to our house to meet me. Our 2 k**s were at my parents. It was a Sunday.It was around noon on a Sunday, when Kenny came to our house. I stayed in our living room and waited while my wife answered the door and greeted him. When they walked into the living room, I was sitting in a single stuffed chair that. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to coincide with his.That was how it crashed over them, a mutual orgasm, producing fluids from them both that mixed and coalesced in a riot of moans and stolen breathes, taken, as heart beats fibrillated at the sheer ecstasy of a perfect union.He held her close, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same small tremors in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon. The best he could do now was behave, sit still, and let her have her fun.Which, as he watched her head bobbing up and down, was exactly what was happening. This encounter wasn’t about him at all. She was swallowing his shaft like an all-day lollipop strictly for her own pleasure and purpose. It was her toy until she decided otherwise.There was nothing to do but watch her work and enjoy the ride. Oddly enough, her technique was rather crude, almost as if this was the first blow job she had ever.