She looked at Steve as he sat down. He was wearing an old sweat shirt from his college and a pair of jeans. He was the same age as her, butmen wore ...heir years better. Grey hair helped them, instead of hurtingtheir looks as it did to women. When she'd ben in college, she'dthought he looked like Robert Redford. Both men were older now, but shestill saw the resemblance. She sighed. "If only he still looked at melike I still look at him."The meal was eaten mostly in silence. A little shop. I always figured that if someone did catch me I would simply explain that the items were for my girlfriend. I had done this smoothly 2 or 3 times with no problems. This afternoon things went a little different. I pulled into theparking lot. I would always feel so excited whenever I went to buy my slutty things. Just the anticipation of wearing the slutty itemswould be enough to invoke drops of pre cum from the tip of my dick. The shop I go to is at the rear of the flea market. I purposely. Her thoughts were torn between a few more minutes in bed, and the housework that she needed to complete before setting off for her 2pm shift at the hospital.She rolled over, reached down to the bottom drawer of her bedside cabinet, and opened it to retrieve her personal pleasure maker and a small towel. She plumped up the pillows behind her, half sitting as she laid the towel and vibrator between her legs. Her sex was moist, which was no surprise to Kathy, and retained an even more pungent. The glory hole was about nine or ten inches square, cut into the thin panel wall, and at a glimpse I could see that the guy had his pants down around his ankles, his knees spread wide, and that he was slowly stroking his magnificent, hard cock. I turned and went back out to fetch Margie.Re-entering the 'mens' with Margie close behind me, I heard her give a little gasp when she saw that one of the booths was occupied. She stood transfixed for a moment, and I had to give her hand a light tug.