I so badly want her hands to be my hands. Or replace her hands with my tongue. She cums, arching her back. I see drops of my juices on the floor. I'm ...finished.Yesterday, she had a guy. He fucked her for two hours. But, it looked like he wasn’t good enough. After he left, she opened a bedroom drawer and took out her toys. It’s quite a collection.First, she put a butt plug inside and started to dance. Her hip movess are so seductive. After that, she put a small vibrator inside and I imagined how. I had quickly discovered a book was the easiest way to pass the time. I slowly became aware of a wonderful perfume, it seemed to come from everywhere and was creeping up on me like a slinky fog. Not the usual cheap muck, I thought. This smelt wonderful right to the back of my throat. I looked out from my book and down slightly. There was a very beautiful face looking back at me. She was stunning, aged fortyish, dark brown hair with eyes you could dive right into. My throat went dry, but shyness. ... I brought the head to my mouth... picturing Rocco feeding me his cock. I sucked in the head of my toy... getting it very wet... and moved it to my clit. I could feel my orgasm slowly building in me and I was getting more worked up than I usually do. I couldn't wait much longer and I slipped 'Rocco' into my pussy. I was humping my hips, working the vibrator deep into my pleasure zones. With the vibrator in my pussy, I took one finger and slowly inserted it into my ass.... it took things up a. "I fall off horse in Russia, but never have horse run at me."We laughed. She laughed. Anna didn't scold me or complain. She just took it as something that happens in life. I was amazed by that. It was not a normal reaction I would suspect from another person.She grabbed my hand and we returned to our walk down Meeting Street. At one point, we stopped and purchased several cups of gelato. I watched as she took a spoonful and slowly savored it between those beautiful lips. Once again I marveled.