I told her that I needed to make a trip back to tie up some loose ends on the move and we agreed to meet. We met at a local rib joint. She was all mad... up and really looked good. The years were good to her. She was a natural redhead which I absolutely love. She was dressed a little sexy but proper. Being that it was a weekday night hte restaurant was not busy. We grabbed a booth in the back and it was dark. The waitress took our drink orders and we chatted. Our meals came and we chatted some. ” She was XXL and 42C. Istood in front of her in her panties and bra. I was getting aroused butalso worried that I had got in over my head. She said to get on her bed with my ass in the air. Perhaps she was goingto spank my ass. No she had other plans; she told me to pull down thepanties and spread. I did so and she put some lubricant on me and she I would need itlater. She then knelled at her bed side and she was standing over me andsaid: “Kiss my legs. Run you hands up and down the legs.. May I please have your cock?” Bill laughed and sat in an easy chair. “I guess so, but you’ll have to craw to get it.” Cathy crawled off the table and over to Bill. Then putting her face in his lap and remembering the no hands rule from the car, she took his cock into her mouth. As she nuzzled, it started to grow in her mouth. Stiffening, she straightened her neck and it entered her throat. Her head started up and down as she started sucking and. Slut! The word bit deeply into her mind, a deep and uncalled for insult. The horror of being called a slut stung her and stripped away her personal defenses. Bursting in tears she fled the bank to try to hide the shame she felt.I am not a slut, she told herself as she silently wept while sitting in her car. God, she thought, I haven't even had sex in well over a year. But with Carl away, and her boys now at boarding school, she would face her demons alone. She had been trying to be a good.