She was completely exposed, no underwear, no blanket, nothing. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. One hand was at her side, clawi...g at the sheets, her other was down at her muff, rubbing her clit vigorously.I know she was less than three years younger than me, but I still saw her as much younger than that. So I was surprised that she had the body of a girl much older. She had a flat and slightly muscular stomach. Her legs weren’t long, since she was only 5’1’, but they were. She looked towards the phone somehow willing herto know who would call her and hang up without leaving a message. She stoodand walked to the phone and picked it up after the third ring. "Hello?" "What took you so long to answer?" the soft but demanding, familiarvoice carried through to her ears. Her heart begun to race as it dawned on her who was on the other end. "I was eating." She answered, "How did you get my number?" He softly chuckled. "I have my ways my pet. Have you thought about whatI. I felt myself blush. He said he was sorry for looking at it, but was curious as to what I had been watching so much. He asked if Michael and I ever did that.“No, we haven’t done that. We were planning on doing it, but he changed his mind.”“Wow. I wish I could get my wife to agree to do that.”“Show her the video. Maybe she will get as aroused as I did when I watched it.”“I doubt she would even watch it. She really isn’t into oral sex that much.”“That’s too bad. She doesn’t know what she is. ..”“Maybe...” Mike didn’t sound convinced, but he knew he’d let his mind free-wheel and it would come up with an answer ... if there was one.She unpinned her hair, shook her head and ran her fingers though the strands; then gathered it into a pony-tail. A pair of plain-lensed glasses and a slouching posture completed the picture. To a casual onlooker, she was ... a student, maybe. The suit and shoes they left with Mrs. Dunn’s son to be returned to the hotel.At St. Pancras they sat over coffee,.