"I have a wife and three children."Olga took in a gulp of air. Cold reality blew away the hot pink cloud around her, just as his fingertip penetrated ...the tight oven of her pussy. She felt two sensations as opposite as could be. "You ... you are?" she stuttered."Yes," he said, and a second finger joined the first. "But I don't love her. It is you I love. I love you, Olga. Tell me you believe that I love only you ... please!"He rubbed his slicked fingers over her clit. She jumped in her chair,. The clinging dress emphasized her outsized breasts. It clung to her crotch creating a vee that was only broken by her hairy Mons. Perspiration added a sheen to her blemish free mocha skin.Allie was an elemental woman. Her passions were family, home and church. She gave herself fully to each in its time.They were poorly educated farm people. When they were coming up in the war years, field hands were more important than book learning. They learn to read and write and very little else. It was. Kutte … Kamine …. Panchod ….. Aa aa huh …..Ooo ooo ….. Omg …. Aaaaaa or aunty nee mare balo ko pakad ke mare muh aapne chut me ghused nee lgiFir maine kareeb 15 mint tk suck krne ke baad aunty se bola mare kapde utaro or boh sirf bra me the toh maine aunty ka ek boobs etne jor se dabaya ke aunty ne mare thapad lga diya or boli kutte etne jor se mt dabba sb tera he ha toh maine gusse me aake jaldi se uske bra faad di then aunty ne kush nee bola or mare kapde utar ke mare puri body prr kiss ke ab. Remember I whispered, don’t bend your knees and keep your legs together. Do you remember what you’re about to do? I ask. She noddes her head yes and says “I’m just getting them more beer…but the sexy way…like you do.” Great answer…I pause and then ask her an important question…and her answer, little does she know, determines how the rest of the weekend will go. Do you feel sexy? Do you like being desired by those men? I wait for her answer…hoping to hear what I want her to say. OMG YES.