He knew that. That was where she would be too. He seized the telephone and dialled their number."Hello?" Arthur? Clive. May I speak to Angela?" No! Sh...e doesn't wish to speak to you and the letter from her solicitor states quite clearly that any contact with her is to be through them." She's my wife." Your estranged wife."The telephone went down.Clive stared at his handset in fury before hurling it across the room. Slowly his mind clicked back in.News of the divorce would get out. He could not. The excitement for him was getting him ready to cum so I stopped playing with his manhood. I let him explore my body in any crevasse he wanted. My eyes were still on his cock. That large head looked inviting to fuck but I was hesitant to have him penetrate my pussy further without protection and didn't want (or DID I?) a strange cock in me without a condom. My body's medieval instincts wanted him in me, not holding back his own body’s mating instincts. I reached up and played with his scrotum.. Her hand went down to her pussy, and I could see that she was stroking gently her clit. “Does that help?” I asked. It sort of intensifies the feeling in both places,” she told me, “its just…amazing…..” I carried on, and by now she was staring to moan quietly. I slipped a second finger alongside the first and, as she relaxed more, started to stretch her a little bit. She was moaning loudly. Her hands were gripping the pillow, so I slowed down, but she told me to keep going. “I want your cock in. She reached her hands up to pull my face in tight to hers.Then her tongue ****d my mouth.As we frenched, I tweaked her hard-on nipples through her T-shirt.As her hot, young tongue slithered around inside my mouth, she slid her hands down my body, to my hips, then guided me back around so I was standing beside her, where the open part of her desk was. She turned sideways in her desk sliding up to the edge, her skimpy skirt sliding up her hips exposing her very wet panties.She wrapped her legs.