"So do you," I said.She dropped her eyes to the ground and blushed. "Thank you," she said.I watched as she slowly peeled off her other glove, and the... coylyreached down into her cleavage and pulled out a compact. "Lean thisway," she said. I did, and she dabbed at my nose and cheeks with somepowder. "Much better," she said."Thank you," I said."One more thing," she said, producing a tube of lipstick. "Hold still,"she said, before expertly tracing it around my lips. "There," she said."Thank. Didn’t force it ... didn’t demand it.The woman in her loved that honest attention. Men looked at her in the grocery store all the time. She was aware of that. She knew what they were thinking, as they stared at her breasts instead of her face. They weren’t honest about it, though. They made polite conversation, as if they weren’t thinking about her breasts. It was one of the reasons she didn’t trust men.Her conscious mind made a decision, there in the dark. She’d give Bobby a chance ... let him. I waited. Elaine had suggested this meet, and I was happy to make small talk until she could get to the reason.She looked at a couple of framed photographs I had on the window sill."Are these relatives?" I was amused as she seemed to be avoiding the topic she really wanted to talk about."Yes, that's my daughter, Sarah, and that is my grandson, Will." How old is your daughter?" Forty-four."She looked embarrassed."I am only four years older than her." She sat down again and sipped the coffee.. Obediently Katia stroked her tongue around the opening, widening the caress this time, and the next and the next until she was licking the entire inside of Denise’s inner lips. ‘Make me come, Katia. Please!’ Denise pleaded. Slipping her arms underneath and around the girl’s thighs so that her hands parted Denise’s legs even more Katia let herself go. She buried her face in the sweet heat so that her cheeks were soaked with the girl’s abundant flow, licking and sucking wildly. Every movement.