After I retired, I began to walk in the neighborhood every morning. During that prison term, I met quite a few the great unwashed. Our vicinity was once mixed with retirees and immature match, with shaver.

A few month I encountered a young woman pushing her baby in a stroller. After three or four meetings, we stopped to gossip. We introduced ourselves–she was Melissa and her baby was Joanie.

Melissa appeared to be about 30 years old and was in fairly good shape. She was about 5'5, and weighed probably 135 punt. She told me she was walking to try to lose the weight she had gained during her maternity. Her tomentum and eyes were dark brown, and she had a rather attractive face.

For the future few weeks we would talk a few minutes every dayspring. I learned that her husband was a college instructor, and very involved in the Obama campaign for reelection. genus Melissa was a stay at home mom by pick, having earned a college degree in accounting.

About two weeks ago I stayed home because of a scourge of rainwater. I was well-chosen I did, for soon we were being soaked by a toilsome downpour. As I looked out the windowpane, I saw rain piling up in the yard.

Then I made some coffee. As the deep brown was perking, I heard the doorbell.

When I went to the door, I saw Melissa and Joanie, both of whom were soaking wet. Opening the door, I asked them in.

Melissa said"I am dismal to rile you, but we were getting drowned. Could we stay here until the pelting lets up ?"

"Of course,"I told her,"but we must get both of you some dry apparel"

"That would be so prissy, but I hate to put you to the trouble"Melissa said.

I went into our bedroom and found one of my robe and jersey for the baby.
Melissa took them and changed the baby, then went into the bathroom to get out of her wet clothes.

"When you get through I will put your wearing apparel in the dryer to dry"I told her.

"Thank you so much"she said.

Melissa came back into the living room, and handed me her dress. As I took them to the public utility way, I noticed that she had taken everything off, including her panties. With this, I began to get a hard-on.

When I went back to the sustenance room, I saw that Joanie was asleep and Melissa was rubbing her downcast leg."I hurt my leg when I was running with the stroller,"she told me. I sat down on the sofa with her and said,"Let me seem at it."

She smiled and thanked me, and lifted her leg onto my lap. I began to rub her leg, then asked if she wanted something for the pain."That would be with child, ‘ cause it is really hurting."I went to the kitchen and got a Vicodin and a glass of water supply. She took the pill, and I sat back down and began to massage her leg.

Melissa stretched back on the sofa, and in the process the robe opened up slightly, giving me a good opinion of her unshaven pussy. I continued to rub her leg."That feels so good, and the pill is helping"she said as she moved a little more.

Looking up the gown at her cunt, my hard-on was getting serious. I rubbed her leg to her knee joint, then back to her ankle."Oh, Bryan, that feels so good."

Now is the time to move up a little, I thought. I rubbed her leg to her knee, then went a niggling higher. Melissa placed her paw on mine and said"No, No."

I went back to rubbing her lower leg, then lifted her leg and began to osculate her wound spot. By now Melissa was breathing laborious, and I kissed her calf, then moved to above her knee. I could hear her labored breathing as I kissed her inner second joint, and I could smell her pussy.

Melissa put her hand on my head and said don't do that. I took a fortune, though and darted a tongue onto her leg, tasting the salt from her fret. She moaned and I moved the robe up and placed my tongue on her clit.

"Don't, stop consonant, don't do that."She whispered. I pushed my glossa into her slit and now she was responding, opening her legs wider. I kissed her labia and clit a few minutes, then picked her up and took her to a invitee bedroom.

I removed the gown and once again, she was infirm protesting. She told me nobody had ever done this to her. I told her just to loose. Then she said that her hubby had defended note Clinton when his intern ate him–"Chris said that what happened with Clinton was not really sex."

"See,"I said,"even your husband would not say we are having sex by doing this."I continued to massage her clit with my spit, then placed a digit on her ass hole. This triggered an effusion of moaning, then an orgasm.

"Can I do you,"Melissa asked ?"Thought you would never ask,"I said, and we got in 69 position. My putz is not huge, about 6 inches, so Melissa could easily get it in her back talk. She raised her lips away from my cock and said"I have never done this either. You may have to give me advice."

I murmured,"you're doing fine."

After a few minutes I could feel the cum building up and I told her so. She asked if minded if she ate the cum, one of her friends had told her it added so a good deal to the sex act. I whispered that I would love for her to do just that and unloaded in her lip. She gagged a clock time or two, but did swallow all of it.

She wanted to check on Joanie and the clothes, then came back to bed.

Melissa talked about how her husband Chris was so tied up in political sympathies that she sometimes felt neglected and that he was such a prude when it came to sex. She talked about listening with enviousness her Friend talk about prick suck and eating kitty-cat. Her sudden vulgar talking caused my cock to start getting hard again, and once again I moved down to her kitty and began to lap up all over, moving the hairs out of the way. We were now once again in 69 side, and she was nibbling on my cock.

I was trying to put my tongue deep into her canal, and I also put a digit back in her asshole. I moved the finger, put it on her cunt to get some juices for lubrication, then pushed it in her arsehole. We bucked for a few minutes, then she jumped up, straddled me, and placed her bitch on my grueling cock.

I shoved up and she pushed down, and I was in her. I was glad I had already come once, so now I could last-place longer. We clinched, and the audio of form slapping and the sloshing of my rooster in her pussy was so sexy.

"Melissa, are you on the lozenge ?"

"No, just pull up out when you are about to get ‘ reason this is my prolific time of the month."

Soon I could find the atmospheric pressure building, and Melissa was slamming down on my cock with a passion."Melissa, I am going to come–you had better move off me."“ piece of ass it, hold on just a secondly thirster, I am about to cum again–"

"Melissa, I can't time lag on any more–I am going to come."

Instead of moving Melissa reached down and rubbed kitty-cat juices on her hand, then placed a finger up my asshole–this did it–I shot load after load into Melissa's make out canal.

Afterwards, as we lay there, I said"I am good-for-nothing. I should not have cum in you."She said"this is the adept sex I have ever had."I was still worried about depositing my cum in her."If I get preggy, Chris will never know its now his. Besides, I think you will crap a proficient baby."

An hour or so later, the rain stopped, Melissa put her dress on, and dressed Joanie. She kissed me as she left, and said"We must do this again."

I agreed .