She visibly settled, realising that I wasn't teasing. She commented on my cock, saying it looked nice. I asked if she was interested, she nodded. We k...ssed; my hand running up her legs beneath her skirt, feeling hold up stockings, bare flesh then panties. I slipped my hand inside and felt a lovely smooth shaven clitty. I bent down and kissed it, taking it into my mouth, there were no fears of me being a hater now. She said, "Not here, come to my flat," which was only a few minutes away. So we. She wanted to be used, wanted to be his. She felt his hands drop across and behind to her hips and he spun her around to face him. His mouth came to hers and he kissed her deep pressing her to the glass, his tongue intertwining with hers. He pulled away. "You're mine tonight!" he almost growled as he stared into her eyes. His hands came up and pulled down at her blouse, snapping the buttons off and exposing her braless chest. He grabbed her arms above the elbows and pressed her against the. She tried to apologize as mom helped her find all her clothes in the living room. "I wasn't trying to sell you something..." Shut up Darla, right now I don't want to hear it." She tried to apologize again."Listen Darla, right now, don't fucking talk to me! Go home, get your calendar out and circle a date six months from now, when that day rolls around, call our office and make an appointment; then you can try to sell me something, but it had better be good. But right now, today I don't want to. He stood waiting on the porch for several minutes. He was nearly ready to leave when a portly woman answered the door. She looked to be about seventy, wore her grey hair in a bun and a Betty Crocker apron. At first glance one might have assumed her to be a sweet old lady who would offer hot cookies out of the oven. As she drew closer, it became apparent that the first impression from afar was a mistake. She had a permanent scowl pasted on her round face as she peered out at him from behind her.