“Mmm baby,I can’t wait to feel this hard cock in my wet pussy. I love it when you bend me over and fuck me from behind. Would you like to fuck me ...from behind tonight?” Baby,I’ll fuck you however you want it and with that she undone my belt and slid my pants down. My cock was coming to life and before I was hard hard,she had wrapped her lips around my shaft. Working her mouth on my cock,he started to grow. The more he grew,the further she went down. I’m not huge by no means,7.5 inches long but. I arrived within minutes of the appointment time and found her apartment easily. I knocked and she opened the door. I was pleasantly surprised to see a late 30's or early 40's woman dark hair, wearing cut offs and a t-shirt. Her bust was rather generous also. We chatted a bit as we both relaxed. I told her about me, except that I was bi. She talked about being a former stipper in some fairly nice clubs and also still worked as a bartender in a couple of them part time. She and I finally. My mates wife stands up and undresses and from where i am i can see her bend over and pull down her panties and what an arse that woman has the type of arse you coud play with forever and never get bored . the bloke i can see is easily 8 inches long and thick too. he tells her to sit on his cock and she eargly does as shes told. the sound she made as she lowered herself on this cock was that moan women make when its the perfect mix of pain and pleasure all at the same time and she starts. The heat was tropical. She was a singer. Weren’t all women once? She had the calling of the Siren, a Lorelei, destroyer of men. Circe, sorceress, witch. A voice so steeped in magical chant and ecstatic, holy praise that God Himself would have seduced her just to listen as she reached her climax. In lilting jazzy riffs of moans and little pattering breaths; in low, agonized releases, in snarling, animal howls she was a singer. Awaiting a man to sing to. Thinking of the man she awaited, often in.