"She replied, with some asperity. "I've known you since you were nobbut but a snotty nosed schoolboy in my father's office. I think you may address me...as Zinnia, now that you are a major." She smiled sweetly, and continued. "For my part I shall address you as Jack, as I regard you as more of a brother than a former employee. Besides, as your sister seems to have neglected me, for more luminous society, it is comfortable to be with someone whose memories, and accent, are similar to my own."Now,. Sexy but not slutty I rated it as.I complimented her on her outfit telling her it was “stylish, sexy and most appropriate for a mature woman”. I further commented on her fabulous head of hair that fascinated me. She said she was flattered and explained the hair was a hereditary trait going back through generations of her family and that it was both a blessing and a curse. “a curse “ I queried. She explained “ it means I and the family females are quite hirsute and we have had to go to. I could feel the sensation building and my cock began to swell. I looked at Rob and noticed his hand brushing gently over his dick, his fingers delicately dancing along the tip and balls. He pressed the sole of his foot against my cock and began to stroke it, causing the blood to rush to the shaft in noticable pulsations. With every movement of his foot, my cock came to life. I sank back into the chair as he brought me to full erection with his foot and the sound of his voice talking about. “OK, baby, but I’m gonna do a few lines.” With that, I laid out a couple of lines and snorted them up. Tom, meanwhile, had ducked into his kitchen. Soon he returned with the promised drinks. I took several huge gulps of mine and lit a cigarette. I then put the drink down and got back up on the table. I slowly pulled down my bikini bottom until my cock bounced out. I swayed to the music, my erect cock dancing about as well. Tom was seated on the couch and was starting to rub his cock through.