I then heard a car pull up and it was a new SUV with a very attractive woman in her late forty's, early fifty's, Much along the lines of Raquel Welch...or Angie Dickinson. She offered me a ride, I climbed in. My shirt was unbuttoned, from the heat of the hot sun, my chest was moist and glistening with the beads of sweat. I guess something in scent of my pheromones set her off, because she smiled a sexy yearning and hungry smile as she handed me a towel from her gym bag to wipe off with. She. She knew she was here in the future for the duration. She wished to get back to Jackson and become his lover. Even though she had spent a night with Hollis, Valerie really wanted Jackson. She wonder if Atlanta were still a virgin with men? She wanted to ask but did not think this was the time.Again the path veered north towards the desert which meant they had to be on the lookout for Dakins. Their narrow escape two weeks ago was pure luck. The chances of another skunk crossing their path was. She'd never felt like that with any man she'd been with before; in fact, if any of them had ordered her to get on her knees and suck their cock or beg for an orgasm she'd have told them off in no uncertain terms. With Ben, it was different. She loved following his commands, even if it was only online. Nothing made her pussy wetter than being told she was his good girl. As Callie got more comfortable, Ben became stricter, less likely to overlook a slow response or infraction. They'd discussed. Now that I lied you would never believe a word I said. It wasn’t to be an all day of sex! Just breakfast, some flirting, OK maybe some kissing and touching, and then back to the office. Lunch would have been the same. Now I am sure John will want nothing to do with me, and Steve, you may be thinking divorce.I will never do anything like that again. So Steve, it was just my stupid insecurities. I wasn’t planning on sex. I wasn’t having an affair. I was just acting stupid and flirting. It was all.