She didn't even let herself feel guilty about the fact that it was the memory of the teens' abandon that was goading her to such heights of depravity. Just by closing her eyes, she could see them again. The determined way the boy shoved his gleaming hard cock up into the girl's cunt. With a touch more imagination, she could imagine the boy was Fred, her ex-husband, as a boy. She could feel his eager young cock spreading her pussy-walls wide. She could feel the incredible, undreamed-of pleasure spilling through her for the first time… and remember the moment when she realized what a wonderful life it would be that could bring such joy again and again.

It made her grim for just a moment to realize that she had not had such pleasure for a long time. Not since her marriage had started to go sour, long – too long – before she and Fred finally decided to divorce. Her regret for what she had missed in the past only made her more determined than ever to make up for her loss. Her fingers flew wildly in and out of her clinging, spasming cunt. Her thumb taunted her clitoris. She was getting up there. Just the knowledge of what was waiting for her in the wings made her feel glorious. Joan loved to cum!

She loved to feel the pleasure surge through her hot convulsing cunt! She had almost let herself forget how much she loved it!

It was getting darker and Richie was having to strain a little to make out the lurid details of what was going on inside the old house. The boy was trembling with the contagious excitement of his discovery. He had expected to exchange a few words with Ms. Carter and maybe ask her if she needed someone to run errands, anything for some spending money.

Instead, Mrs. Carter was putting on a show for him like he would not have been able to conjure up in his wildest dreams.