Was it his fault no suitableprofessional man operated in their social circles? But never mind that,here was business to be attended to. 'Good Morni...g to you my good Sir. I wish to have a watch mended.' Thewatchmaker took the proffered item, and began opening it. 'A gift from myMother, and indispensable for timekeeping at the school.' Moisha looked upfrom his task. 'School, did you say Sir? You are a Schoolmaster?' 'Yes, in fact headmaster of a small village school. So the watch is. Her back was covered with her sweat. Beads of sweat rolled down the skin of her waist. She was nearing forty, but her body had retained that hour-glass shape which she had in her younger days. Her long, straight hair had come undone, and now it lay s**ttered beside her head. Vasu touched and stroked her hair. Maybe he loved her hair. A couple of strands over her ears had turned gray with age, otherwise her hair was black. The old man parted her hair from behind her neck and bent down to kiss. .."I glanced sideways at her. "You told Brit that this was a date. It is customary among us old guys for the guy to buy the girl's meal on a date."Okay, she's into this game. "And it is frequently customary for the guy to assume that by providing the girl with a meal, she is expected to provide HIM with something as well."Another quick glance at her while I drove. Let's see where this goes. "Oh, but definitely yes."Her eyes widened. "I ... Uh..." I expect in return for a meal, that I will have. I was dimly aware of Bill standing near me with his stiff cock sticking straight out and Joan next to him with her pussy all red and peeled open and I could smell her sex from their action. Whether it was the sight and smell of those two or if Brian finally let me have it but the spasms finally overwhelmed me as they shot from my clit through my pussy and my orgasm burst over me until I was lost in the indescribable sensations caused by him still working on my sex as I jerked and writhed.