" They chatted a bit more and then Mr Stapleton suggested Sally should get dressed " come on Sally put your dress on, we need to leave in a minute" " ...ounds interesting Mr Stapleton" Sally replied picking up her dress"Hang on a minute Sally, are your breasts now leaking?" He said pointing at her left breast where a droplet of milk had appeared at her left nipple."Gosh, I think I am" said Sally surprised " Oh that's embarrassing as it will show through my dress if it carries on! Should I wear a. ” I got up and followed her outside…which was a good thing since our conversation seemed to be amusing several patrons from more than one table in the coffee shop. We walked to my SUV and she got in with me….I was trying to figure out a hotel that would have a room available nearby when she reached over and unzipped my fly and got my cock out. I started to ask her a question…when she looked up and smiled a stuck her tongue out to show the piercing and said “You do know what this is for don’t. But, at this moment, things were a bit different. It was my job not to pass her by. She was dressed up, in (an apparently new) mostly black outfit with that slightly daring, low-cut neckline that mature women are allowed by custom. I introduced myself, she seemed happy with me and we settled in her living room with a couple of glasses of wine. I sat on the couch, she chose a chair, but watched me the whole time.Reading body language is critical in this business. She was nervous, unsure. She. ”Vicky nods.“It won’t be much of a delay. Just stretch my legs a bit more while I’m at it.”“Whatever.”She gets back to her incessant tapping. Round a sharp bend, the road becomes a dirt track. I pull over as well as I can.“Five, ten minutes?”“Whatever.”At least there’s plenty of shade here; verdant leaves, rustling in non-existent breeze. I find a narrow path between thick trunks, emptying my bladder against one of them. I wasn’t lying, at least not about needing to spend a penny. About.