She would wait till her son slept. I would instruct her on what to do as she would rub and play with herself. She told me how she would be sucking my ...ick and making me cum.One day she said she was in my city due to work and told me to come over. I was feeling nervous but went anyway. I got to see all the descriptions of her in real life for the first time. She was shorter at 5″3 but had heavy boobs that I wanted to maul over and curves sent over the nightie she was wearing.After some formal. We greeted each other when needed, asked politely about the other’s life and chatted when necessary, but that was it. Not even when I was dating Farah did the relationship flourish. It never could properly flourish because every time I was in Mrs Malcolm’s presence, all I could think of was her naked and the dreams I had of her. It was really awkward. And then two weeks later, after I had been very carefully avoiding her during the day and dreaming of her at night, my mom told me that Mrs. She was proud of her body, especially her long tanned legs. “Love ya hon, be safe” Sara said as hugged her goodbye and handed her the keys. “Behave with the truckers” she smiled.Two weeks earlier on the trip from Hoboken to Richmond coming down 95, Sara had poured out all of the details of her meeting with Cliff, the blackmailing driver who had filmed her getting off while she sat stopped in traffic. Her boyfriend Brian had talked her into an orgasm, and the driver videoed it all from his. . We both arrived at the winery within minutes of each other, waiting out in the winter chill for the owner to show up. There seemed to be a little tension in the air as her husband dropped her off. Tammy was her usual friendly self, acting upbeat, but there was a sadness in her eyes that belied the smile on her face. Edwina, the owner’s wife, arrived about five minutes after we did, letting us in so we could go about our daily routines. Tammy went to the kitchen to prep the days snack food,.