I think the last time we met up was at a family reunion back when you were in high school and I was about to be."She was right; I didn't remember her.... "I'm sorry. I hardly ever forget a pretty face but I didn't even know I had a second cousin named Sarah."She laughed. "Flatterer! Don't feel bad, though. As I recall, at the time, you were smitten with a blond cheerleader and completely ignorant of the mousy girl with glasses who had a big crush on you. I had to suffer in silence because we're. I was laying on my back as I flipped myself around so that I could lay on my stomach. I propped my elbows up and put my chin in my hands as I looked over at Marcel."Oh yeah?" Marcel said laying on his side facing me, "So your not a virgin?" No, Marcel." Prove it, Sabrina." How am I supposed to prove it? Am I supposed to make a sign that says 'I'm not a virgin'?" I said as I rolled my eyes at him. Marcel moved close to me as he pushed lightly my shoulder back so I was laying on my back again as. The other man was saying just the right things to keep me getting wetter and wetter as I sat at the bar, alone, in a dress with no panties, wishing I could find a way to come home fucked.I rubbed that wet pussy with my feet spread wide as I drove quickly home. Hubby of course was waiting at home to see if I had managed to score any extra cock yet...and I let him know how desperate this attention-but-no-action was leaving me...and like the good cuck that he is, he got to work on sending out. Fiona had told me that morning whilst sucking my cock that she felt nervous and apprehensive about what might happen, especially after last week’s events.I picked her out some lacy French knickers and matching bra set, god she looked sexy for a mature woman, curves in all the right places. A nice tight white blouse that showed off her awesome cleavage and a tight skirt that finished 4 inches above her knee. She finished the outfit with stiletto shoes and looked stunning.Anyway she was just.