At thirty seven years old she was 3 years my junior and like me, was married to an older person and had a teenaged son and daughter. I started to slide my hand inside her waistband but surprisingly she stopped me. Anal sex I didn’t have long to wait. How we had avoided the bramble and vines that could so easily ensnare an unsuspecting foot and cause you to crash to the ground. I stumbled out of my underpants as she pushed two fingers into the pale pink wetness of her open twat and frigged herself. The room to the right had two large desks, a slightly marked but still serviceable swivel chair and a couple of moulded plastic ones. Her legs spread wide, offering me an exemplary view of her sodden cunt and anus. How I would eagerly lap at her most intimate fluid. She sat on the toilet. Roz saw them and remarked,
“She must have left in a hurry”
I looked at my watch and thought we had better get a move on too.
