One day she spent an hour watching him work on her clothes dryer. Wordlessly she watched him and conjured up images of his cock, wondering what it loo...ed like, how big it was, whether it was circumcised, what he was like in bed. This of course aroused her sexually. At the same time, Mike was absorbed with his work, but he was aware of being closely watched. By the time he finished the repair, there was a lump in the front of his pants. While he made out his bill, Flo stared at the bulge.. "I didn't know you were coming this evening. Lucky for you I have your favorite room available." You're an angel Tara," he said. Tara was the owner of the hookah bar. She was a tiny woman, five foot at best. She had blond hair and small, but perky breasts. "I would have called, but it was a rough day." An evil smile crept across Tara's lips."I have just what you need. She's a new girl of mine. I call her Jasmine. Not totally original, but it suits her. The only catch is I have to charge you. It's always interesting having a conversation with someone that is slowly fucking you. I slid my hand up her thighs, slowly pushing her skirt up until her bald pussy was exposed. I put my thumb on her clit and started moving it around, to Becky's obvious appreciation."Hey, your pussy is still smooth. Does a waxing last this long?" I asked."Mostly, sir," Becky breathed at me, "but I've been shaving it every morning to make sure. I know you like it smooth." Just like a little girl's," I said.. I actually was hoping you would react that way again. I like the feeling of it against me.” She said. That was totally not what I thought she would say. I thought I would play along.“Why?” I asked her.“It feels like a nice stiffy. It feels like you could really make a woman feel good with it.” She said.“I believe I can.” That was the first thing I thought of to say. “I am pretty confident it would make any woman feel nice.” This was a really weird conversation with a lady about 50 years.