She showed me a picture of Linda. She was 58 years old, short red hair, kinda chubby but her tits were massive. And she wasn’t as feminine as Myriam...at least in the pic. Linda had slacks on and a sweatshirt with tigers on it. She didn’t appear to be wearing any makeup. But hey I was horny as fuck, hadn’t had any sex for 6 months, so I agreed to the date. That Friday night, Linda came over and she and Myriam made the 4 of us dinner. In person, she was more feminine. Linda had a blouse and skirt. I'm already looking forward to hearing about it from beginning to end." Okay, since you put it that way, I'll go through with it just for you. I've been thinking about Wanda. She seems to like it when I tell her what to do. When we were out on the road and didn't know if we were going to make it up the next two hills, I had to talk tough to get her to do what I wanted. I think she liked the way I ordered her to do what I wanted."She ran the edge of her domino down my cheek. At first I thought. She held it there,shook her head from side to side and said "You know baby, you werenaughty." Then she began to trace a line with her finger, down from my noseto my chin, my throat and then she stopped at my chest. She flicked myreddish brown spots, my nipples I guess, with her red-painted fingernail.It sort of tickled. I wiggled slightly. Then she began tracing thisimaginary line again, moving steadily downwards across my stomach.Part IIHer finger stopped just above the elastic of the. "Oh please," you moan in anticipation as my hands go around your back and unfasten your bra. I slide it down your arms and drop it to the floor, and then I lower you onto the bed and ease myself down next to you. I unfasten your pants and slide them off and toss them on the ground too. Next your underwear lands on the floor. For a moment I lean back and just revel in your exquisite beauty. Your skin is golden in the firelight, my hands are aching to slide over your glorious curves and I am.