I imagine Sharon in hot pants and flimsy revealing top with thigh length black leather boots plying her trade as a hooker on the streets of New York C...ity.I steal up behind her, put my arms around her slim waist, brush her hair gently away from her neck and then kiss it.I expect her to flinch but she doesn't.Her arms stop working and I press my body hard up against her – I need her to know that I am aroused and ready to take her, take her roughly if needs be.My hands travel up beneath her top. I rubbed her plump ass tenderly before smacking it hard again, “Tell me” I growled. “I am yours to do with as you wish Sir, please fuck me hard Sir, like the slut that I am,” she said. I lined my dick up with her asshole and slid into her, slowly enjoying the tightness and the wetness of the lube, I roughly grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back, biting her neck as I continued to push my dick into her tight hole. I fucked her deep. I could feel her husbands tongue brush against by balls. “Hell yes and the wine has just mellowed me enough to not care too much - hold that video while I get this gear off. Ha! If only Rob could see his innocent faithful little wife now” she cackled.She stood and slipped off the jeans throwing them on a chair and then heaved the t-shirt over her head. The very straight full bra came next as she bemoaned the size of her boobs. I thought they were gorgeous as did Dave. Large aureolae and finger tip size nipples which were still defying gravity - just. "Gotta get you clean," she smiled, turning me around. She took the telephone showerhead and rinsed me."Can you wash me?"Oh, man, could I. But I replicated her careful indifference, no more lingering over those "B" cup titties, I lathered over quarter-sized areoles and noted that the ministrations of the washcloth and soap perked her pink nipples up like little strawberries. I noted, too, the soft dark hair sparsely sprinkled on her mons, and as I lathered washed her pussy, I heard her draw a.