Here, let me help you with your boots." I had already kicked mine off when I entered the tent. As I pulled her boots off she was busy undoing the sn...ap fastening at her waist. I moved my hands to her waist and, as she raised her hips, slipped her jeans and panties down to her ankles. Then she raised her feet and I finished that part of the job. She had a well-groomed little patch, just the way I like it. "May I help you with the top, too?" She sat up and lifted her hands as if in. She started with her boobs. She was breathing heavily. This time, there was no bra; her boobs were open in the air. Her nipples looked wet.She made her fingers wet and rubbed them on her nipples. She then showed me her navel and chubby belly before finally showing her hairy pussy. She spread her labia, giving me a clear view of her love hole and clit.“Do you want to lick it?” She asked after sending that snap. I would love to lick it until you beg me to fuck you, to put my cock deep inside your. Sitting at this bar for the last several hours was beginning to bore me. I had seen several interesting-looking men, but just didn’t seem to have the motivation to approach any of them. I figured I’d spend another night at home alone, jacking myself lazily, was what I had to look forward to. I was wrong.I stepped up from my barstool and headed to the john to take a last piss before I walked down the block to my small apartment to retire for the night. My head was foggy from the booze, but I was. SHE WAS 23, HER HUSBAND WAS 27.THEY WERE RENTING A ROOM IN MY PARENTS HOUSE, HE WAS AT WORK PRETTY MUCH THE WHOLE DAY, AND WHEN HE WAS NOT AT WORK, HE WAS HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS DRINKING AT THE BAR AROUND THE CORNER FROM WHERE WE LIVEDSHE WAS MOST OF THE TIME HOME, SHE HAD A PART-TIME IN THE AFTERNOONS AND ON HER DAYS OFF WHEN SHE WAS HOME SHE WOULD SPEND HER AFTERNOONS IN THEIR ROOM WATCHING TV OR LISTENING MUSIC, WE WOULD JUST GREET AND THAT'S HOW MUCH WE WOULD TALKMY PARENTS WORKED AND.