.. Wendy?"Sitting at the table beside her partner, Wendy's kohl-lined eyes widened. "Ooooooh. Nervous, I guess. Was I ages?" Wendy grinned."Not too ba...d, I suppose. A ladies prerogative..." They both laughed. Jen and Wendy or rather Peter had been married for about a year. They lived in Scotland, in a pretty dull town, with pretty dull jobs, pretty low incomes and pretty ordinary lives. And they shared a pretty big secret. Wendy crossed her legs, showing a hint of her black stocking tops, and. “What’s so funny?” “Could you be more eager?” “I’m just trying to help baby. I’m very charitable that way.” “Oh yeah. That’s real generous of you. You’ll only have your cock sucked for a good cause hey?” “There is a sentence you will never hear from me and probably never from any man.” “What’s that?” “No I don’t want my cock sucked thanks.” Ella shook her head at me and tried to appear disgusted at men in general but the wicked grin gave her away. She held my cock in her hand and licked her. There was a nice warm breeze while they were driving. He happened to notice that the breeze was moving the leg of her shorts up. Looking, he could tell that she was not wearing any panties. Just the thought was making him crazy with desire to touch her. She was asleep, so he decided to slide his hand very carefully in her shorts. He went right up the leg of her shorts and was sliding his fingers over her secret place. She was immediately wet. She had started to stir but only to open her legs a. "Now, lick my pussy," she ordered. I crawled between her freckled legs and noticed that instead of panty hose, she wore thigh-high stockings but no panties under her skirt. Her pussy had bushy red hair and very pink lips. I leaned down into it and began to lick her clit as she started the stopwatch. She was wet, so I figured it wouldn't take very long, but she clicked the stopwatch several times and after about two minutes, told me to stop. She wrote some notes in her notebook and climbed off.