And as conservation led on I released that she wasn't some teen or some stupid junk y teen girl, rather very smart and very polite lady.After 6 minute...s we said "bye" to each other. Tomorrow i forgot everything. I did my usual things during a day.At evening about midnight and quarter the cell phone had rung again. That was she again ..Sarah..I said "Good evening Sarah" instead Hello...She prizes in laughing and said "hi Alex".We were chatting about 3 hours.She was married 41 years old, librarian. There was a woman in her early thirties who was slim and had “yuppie wife” written all over her. She was clearly with the oldest guy. Then there was a woman about the same age as the wife who looked so much like the first guy that she had to be his sister.She was tall. And she had one of those aggressive bodies with the huge tits that scream “hot”. But she was dressed in slacks not shorts, like a “no nonsense” kind of woman. It was an interesting contrast of messages. She was clearly married to. God she felt good. She slowly started to ride me. I leaned up and sucked her nipples. As she rode me I could feel her internal muscles flexing. This wasn’t a reaction, she was controlling them. I looked up, her eyes were closed. The look on her face was one of pure pleasure. As Bev continued to ride my rock hard cock her huge breasts slapped against her torso. I continued to feel different sensations as she flexed her internal muscles. At one stage she started making a low hum and as. She almost bottled it when it came to it; she felt slutty but yet very horny too. She felt that opening that door and entering the usually male dominated world of sex shops would change her character forever; but knowing her husband was waiting inside spurred her on; taking a deep breath she clasped the door handle, pulled and stepped inside.As the door closed behind her and her eyes adjusted to the harsh fluorescent lighting she scanned the shop area; she was pleasantly surprised for it was.