I know i had spent a couple of weeks fantasising about how i would love it to be and that fantasy and reality are vary rarely the same, but the second...june opened the door i knew i was in for a hot afternoon of fun! Just as in the picture she greeted me in her red stockings, black stilettos and she was now wearing a tiny red G-string, which as she led me down the hallway i watched, as it disappeared invitingly between the crack of her impossibly petite ass. Her pert little 32b breasts were out. In all of the stories I have read on here and other sites the guy always has a nine inch dick, six inches thick. Most women I have had sex with are surprised at the size of my dick as they seem to judge penis size by how tall a man is and I suppose in most cases they would be right with regard to proportion. After my divorce I was feeling very lonely. I was hitting the bars almost every night and hitting on anything that wore a skirt. Sometimes I got lucky but most times I went home alone only. "I think he suspects what we've been doing." Then perhaps he should vanish, desert, disappear," I said.She smiled. "Just so. And he will be here this evening." I will be happy to take care of that for you. Now, what would you like?"She stood and lifted her chin. "I'd like for you to get out of those clothes and join me in the next room."Happy that I had both bathed and shaved at the old madam's insistence, I took her elbow and followed her to her huge, canopied bed. I could not recall seeing. Still, on this particular day my desire for him was especially strong. My boyfriend said he had a very special birthday present for me, so we went to his house. There he carried out a well executed seduction. I was more than a bit reluctant, but I was in love with him, so eventually his gentle persistence won me over. He was kind, persistent, sweet, romantic, gentle, and persistent and respectful of my feelings and eventually my resistance fell away. I couldn't resist anymore. He had.