This was something I never considered. It never crossed my mind that I might be forced to do anything of a sexual nature with another woman. I never h...ve and I never thought that I would. No woman has ever touched me in a sexual manner. Now my heart was beating rapidly as I closed my eyes to avoid seeing what was happening.This woman, this complete stranger, was amusing the two men by examining my body closely. Her fingers moved over my breasts. Not in a caress. But more like she was examining. Just with one sentence he has my knees rubbery and my insides all mushy. I think I would let him do anything he wanted with me and it scares me and excites me in equal measure. He stalks closer, once again changing persona, becoming the sexual predator. "We have some unfinished business you and I." He stops in front of me, close enough to touch, but keeps his hands to himself. "Tell me what you were thinking about during the meeting." I blush, shaking my head, embarrassed. Lightning-quick, he. After we ran out of things to fix, I started making improvement to the house – replacing old door trim, re-caulking the tub, putting together some-assembly-required furniture for Olivia’s room. I actually had to do a lot of that stuff, of course. It wasn’t all sex. But it was a lot of sex. Tara was a profoundly sexual person, but it lacked the emotional connection of a spouse or a girlfriend. Which, I guess in retrospect, was perfect. She wasn’t possessive or jealous or even terribly. Wanking my cock I ordered you onto your knees and then roughly pushed my cock in your mouth, pulling you towards me by your long brown hair. Groaning, you went to work licking and sucking me furiously, with one hand between your legs three fingers rammed up your dripping slut pussy. Then an elderly man began walking up the alley. You went to pull away but I pushed your head into my rock hard cock making you gag a little."Good isn't she?" I said. The man did not reply but as he walked by even.