He returns dejected.“She’s married,” he says, “let’s go somewhere else.”“No,” I whisper, “I’m going to go talk to her.”He laughs...and replied “Well good luck, but she isn’t going to bite.”“I think she will,” I reply confidently. I ease up next to you and slide my hand to the small of your back; you flinch and turn to face me.“Can I help you?” you growl, your pale green eyes blazing.“I’d like to buy you a drink,” I whisper, my eyes taking you in. I’m lost in the depths of your green eyes and your. My arms flexed and in doing so, knocked the cup of water left from a session sometime before. It fell on the one-way mirror with a clunk stopping Mother's exotic treatments in their tracks as she looked up. I kept still thinking the noise would abate and that she'd continue her strides for the divine goal of orgasm. To my consternation, she didn't. She kept staring as I noticed the water spilt from the cup gave a distorted view of Mothers body beneath. It looked like she could see me, and she. After turning off the engine I made a last minute check of my outfit. This was the first time I'd worn such an outrageous outfit. In the past I dressed in cocktail dresses and conservative wigs, but I had been feeling very excited and reckless all day so this time I decided at the last minute to dress in a way I never had in public. I would regret later that I dressed that way, but by then it was too late to do anything about it. I checked out my makeup in the rear-view mirror and added some. "Why didn't you want to fuck my ass?" she asked, laying down beside me."I've seen you staring at it often enough that I thought you'd want toenjoy it."Since my brain was still trying to get reassembled in my head, I made areply that I couldn't believe I was saying. "We can save that for nexttime." It's a deal!" she exclaimed as her hand began playing with myembarrassingly small and lifeless cock. "None of the young guys seem tolike it, but I want to try it," she added as a slight twitch of.