For the past two weeks we've been talking about sex and things both of us like and dislike. She's been sending me pictures of her tits and pussy every...day while I'm working and this has me really worked up about meeting her. I'm 47 by the way and she's 43.I drive out and meet her at this bar close to her house. She gets there 30 minutes late walks in we make our introductions and order a drink. She's pretty about 5'9" in her heels, has this long brown hair, a giant set of real tits, she smells. The next morning we did not say anything and both acted as if nothing had happened at all. We both smiled at each other but other than that, we almost acted as if we both were strangers ( though we had shared torrid & beautiful sex for almost 6 hours, much more than I ever had with my husband). When we reached our desitination, with a slight nod to each other, we got up to leave. I looked at all the other passengers and thought how they blissfully slept through the night while we were having. I kept sucking, ravenous for more of his delicious cum as. His cock deflated as my disappointment kicked in. His radio buzzed, a bored sounding man asking where he was caused him to reef his trousers up over his sticky cock. He climbed over the front seat, the fare flashing as he muttered something over the system. I fiddled with my pussy, the juices spreading across my hairless lips and my hornyness dissaperated and frustration ensued. We drove the rest of the way mainly in silence; he stared. Terra had ended up getting the wettest of all, Prishe teasing her as being a casualty of war. Of course, the tables quickly turned once Terra engaged them, waging war on both of them with her water spells. They both surrendered not too long after, declaring the Esper-girl to be the High Tide Queen. The two withdrew themselves from the pool, yawning a bit tiredly. They bid Terra a good night, the blonde girl smiling and doing the same before tilting her head back and sinking the back half of her.