Now a different person, she stepped out of her dress, kicked off her shoes, and rubbed her body against this man she’d met less than an hour ago. No... barefoot and only in her panties which were damp with her wetness, she reached out and guided his hand toward the core of her body. He brought his fingertips down, nudged her panties aside, and gently slipped his finger into my wife’s pussy. She was so wet she could feel his finger lather her pussy hairs with her own moisture.The stranger quickly. An expensivemusic system with large speakers stood against the wall opposite thewindow.My bedroom and my grandmother's were on the first floor. There werethree guest rooms and a bathroom on the floor above. And the attic hadbeen converted into a study and library, where my grandmother - asuccessful, published novelist - spent most of the day working. Shetook her lunch in her study, which meant I generally saw little of herbefore the evening.My bedroom was, like my grandmother's, a suite. It seemed that theharder she tried to fight the feelings engulfing every fiber of herbeing, the stronger her desire for him grew...and Lori found herselfdrawn to him like a moth to a flame."I'd love to see what you look like without that robe on...could I?"asked Tony."I...ah...I think you should leave." Lori said, feeling a small victoryat sticking to her convictions, but also fearing that if she didn't gethim out of her apartment quickly, that she'd be doing more than justshowing him her. To my delight, the pics of Suman in a single piece white gown was very much appealing. She had put some weight into her essential body parts. Her black nipples were poking through the well-fitting gown.I started noticing two things in suman which I missed earlier. The first being her thick, wide, red lips which can accommodate two big cocks in a single go. The second being her dark, dense, silky and lengthy hairs reaching up to her ass cracks. My next meeting with Suman was about one year.