Her friend hadn’t had sex in a while and it gratified her knowing that she was getting some much needed attention.It wasn’t like her and her husba...nd hadn’t talked about “branching out” as it were. It didn’t start by adding a person to the mix rather it was them doing more kinky things together.One thing led to another and it ultimately culminated in this scenario.She knows her husband, knows his limits, his movements and noises. The fact that he was inside another woman, and in this situation,. Angie and her Dad had enjoyed trail rides and team roping and they had spent many summers travelling together and had been looking forward to another summer together when he was murdered.Scott went into the house to see how Angie was doing, "Angie the truck has less than a quarter of a tank of gas. We'll have to fill it in town."Angie walked into the kitchen carrying a box full of books, "Take it down by the big shop building. There's a diesel tank there we can fill it out of."Scott frowned,. I grabbed his right hand and held the side of it up to my nose and inhaled deeply. I said “it smells like you want to go there”. I have to add here that the only pussy I have ever smelled in my life was mine. His hand had a faint odor of pussy on it and it smelled just like mine. Mark looked at me like he got caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar and said “what do you mean”. I explained that Suzie had told me that he was feeling her up at the table and he conceded that he couldn’t. I could feel her muscles tense, the rhythm of her moaning changing. I pressed harder. She was about to let go. She made a high pitched noise as she climaxed, her body going from pure rigidity to relaxation in a second. I brought my head up, and she pulled me in to kiss her. My face was wet from her pussy, but she didn't seem to care. She kissed me so intensely, so passionately. "I want you," she whispered to me. "I want to make you cum." "Not yet," I whispered back. I pushed her so that she.