We worked close to one another, she and I, we had lunches, and with those lunches came more private discussions. She needed to talk due to the distanc...e and infrequency of the connection with her husband. I needed to talk due to the distance of my wife’s feelings and the infrequency of any intimate interaction, whether it involved sex or not. She’s Missy. Her husband is John. She’s in her 40’s, 5’2′, about 130 pounds, and the most perfect skin I’ve ever seen. She’s sassy, and at times downright. We just hung there for a few minutes before he sat up grabbing me with his strong arms and cared me over to the couch. He sat me down and pulled me to the edge, opened my legs and went to eating my pussy. I was so wet and ready for that, that when his tongue bushed up against my labia I lost it my orgasm hit like a ton of bricks. I closed my legs around his head and got two handfuls of his hair and pulled his face even harder into my pussy. He didn’t slow down one bit his hands on my breasts. It was the kind of tale that rarely had a happy ending.The two remaining members of the raider gang were now struggling to pull their leader back from the fray. Eyes seeing only red and frothing at the mouth, it was clear the brute still felt nothing but rage even as many of his fellows lay dead and dying around him.What reason he had eventually won out though, as, seeing the mob of angry villagers now beginning to crowd around him, he finally turned and ran, leaving Jinnsfjur – and his. I can just feel the hair from your balls and no more – your balls are against my ass. My instinct is to push your cock out but I don’t. Instead I clench your cock hard. Your groan makes me realize how far I have come. How excited you are by this. “Just fuck me,” I hear myself say. You need no second invitation. You pull out and push back in again quickly. This time it is me who groans loudly. Oh god, it actually feels amazing. “Tell me what I am doing to you,” you demand. “Fucking my ass,” I.