We had roast duck in an orange sauce and I savoured every mouthful of it, it was a first for me and I resolved to have it again, afterwards we sat in ...the tiny rear garden where we chatted about everything under the sun, she'd been just seventeen when she married Pete and he was thirty six,"I think I knew almost from the start that it wouldn't work though" she said and I reached over to squeeze her hand,Back indoors we had a couple of glasses of wine each and before I knew it, it was. I looked out the corner of my eye but tried not to be obvious. She finished showing me what she was showing me and moved back to her desk. I wished I’d had the guts to try something, but I had held back. I decided if she did it again I was at least going to make a comment. My opportunity came that afternoon. Bella came in again to show me something. She came around the desk, stood next to me, and bent over, placing the work on the desk. Her dress pulled up a little, revealing her. His fucking created a slapping sound as his groin, cock and balls hit into my ass and thighs. The fluids seeping out of my ass help ampilify this sound, to a point I worried about the loudness of the fucking. The fucking echoed around the brush and the silence of the night, reminding me.of my low position of being a cum dump. His reached around me and slide his fingers into my blouse and pulled on my nipples through my bra. His nipple play pushed me to a lustful new high as I pushed back. I didn’t care that it had been up my vagina, all I wanted was for my body to pleasure him! I held his spread thighs and rocked back and forth on my feet as I slid my lips tightly up and down his shaft, riding over the ridge round the base of its head and massaging his penis head with my tongue, and sucking on the upstroke the way my girl friends had told me boys liked. I was still throbbing deliciously down below where my hand was clutched over my juice soaked mound. I massaged and fingered my.