In time, he saw someone. A woman. She was apparently alone. A striking woman, he said to himself. Age ... undetermined, but not far off his fifty-two ...years. Almost as tall as he, her blonde hair beautifully coiffed, elegant posture, slim arms and legs, modest bust, straight nose, lightly made up, attractively dressed in a colourful frock — all in all, a very attractive, mature woman. He decided to hang back to learn more about her, without intruding on her privacy. He sipped again at the lovely. I gripped frantically at Doug's shoulders and back as he once again repeated his previous movement. My eyes were bucked wide as Doug repeated his movements time after time, I could see my toes as they opened and closed as if gripping on to some unseen passage. After numerous repetitions of his previous movement, Doug lowered his lips to my gasping parted lips and kissed them gently. Softly Doug muttered 'see this is how good pussy should be treated. Damn your ass feel like a velvet glove. On the floor there was a carpet. Blue and red threads had been woven together to make an intricate purplish design. Next to the bed was a nightstand. On it sat a squat pottery lamp and an alarm clock. A large dog, probably a German shepherd, sat, chained, in one corner of the room. It didn’t seem to be awake.He crept over to the door. It was solid oak and had flowers and vines carved into it. He put his hand softly on the door handle and turned. The door clicked but remained tightly closed.The. No one had ever done that before I met her and I almost lost it at that moment. Removing her mouth from my cock, Barbara asked, “How’d you like giving me oral last night?” I’d recognized the aroma of her pussy. I’d smelt it many times but usually after we’d had sex. I’m no fool, I know the aroma of a fresh fucked pussy and whether Barbara admitted or not, last night her pussy had been fresh fucked and full of cum when I’d went down on her. Instead of telling her that I knew, I said, “It was.