She took her time fucking her old man using her vaginal contracting technique sparingly at first. He was actually strong enough to match her moves and... she increased her contractions until surprisingly for an old man he groaned his climax in less than a minute. She was going to pull off him and provide the usual almost mandatory oral cleaning but he held her tight.?Would my beloved husband like me to suck his penis clean???No?not now my dear wife?just hold me.? She was carrying part of her. I smiled to myself and walked back over to my house.It was nearly eight, I was wondering if she was actually going to turn up. But to my surprise there was a knock at the door. I looked out of my window and saw Sally standing there. I left her there for a little while, so the neighbours and passers by could see what she was wearing. She looked like a slut, a slut that I was going to have lots of fun with.I opened the door and let her in. She was wearing a white boob tube that just held her big. ” “Was it him?” she questioned, pointing towards the door and my handsome stranger. I was embarrassed by her blatant pointing and obvious indiscretion about what we were talking about. I just nodded my head and turned my back to him, so I didn’t have to see his reaction. “That doesn’t shock me. He followed you straight outside the second you walked past him. Bloody obvious what his intention were. Then when he came back in he was craning his neck around the door to see you while you stood. . in a fun, sexy way.I slowly, deliberately, unhooked her bra and pulled it up too, entwining it about her upraised elbows, adding another layer of makeshift bondage. I gently pinched and twisted her nipples, talking about how beautiful her breasts looked. I slipped my hand down her pants, behind, then in front, talking about how I "owned" her, her pussy, her mouth, and how her body belonged to me, for me to take and to use. Unfastening her pants at the waist, I peeled them downward past her.