”I pulled over. I reached to her and slid my hand under her skirt. “I bet you do more than trust me. You…like me, don’t you?” I said.She ...as a little flustered. “Yes…I…I’ve been attracted to you since we met.” She said. I reached over and kissed her on the lips, slowly, softly. My hand began to rub her pussy through her thong panties. “You trust me, right?”“Yes” she said as she began to moan. I then pulled my hand away.“Don’t doubt me again…if you want me to feel the same way.”“Yes Ann”. My outfit was as a man, but I was wearing a very small thong and fishnets under my pants. I must recognize that the MOST exciting part of the whole story was the preparation:I stated home “for working” purposes (wife was out of town), at least that was my excuse. Early in the morning (we supposed to meet at 11:00am) I prepared myself for the encounter: I used a vaginal douche several time to ensure my inside was clean and ready, I shave my lower and back body parts using a women’s depilatory. "Have you ever thought about hiring a personal trainer? Don't get me wrong, you have an amazing body, but there is always room for improvement and I can see you have a knack for taking orders. I have to close up now. you probably have time for a quick shower before I lock the doors." I hop in the shower and quickly rinse off, when I look out I realize there are no towels. I hear footsteps outside and the door opens slowly, I step back into the shower and pull the curtain closed. I hear DeSean. “It feels so good mom,” I groaned whilst my cock pumped into her mouth. Looking up at me, she slapped my thighs as if to say ‘stop.’ I took my hands from her head, noticing the bulbous shape of my cock against her cheek as I pulled my cock from her mouth. Saliva dribbled from my shaft onto the patio and one line of saliva bridged to her lips. Gasping for breath, she moved from under the table and stood up next to me. Rubbing the saliva from her chin, she sat on the table in front of me. “Time.