Damn, she was hot, for an old broad that is, after all she had to be in her thirties at least, maybe even forty. "Hi Tom, come on in." She said with a...grin that let me know that my wandering eyes hadn't gone unnoticed. "Mark is in his room, first door on the left." I closed the door behind me and tried unsuccessfully not to stare as she walked back towards the kitchen. The cheeks of her ass were peeking out from the legs of her Daisy Dukes with every step. Okay you perv, I scolded myself, she's. Harriet standing up rested her back against the door and then I reallyknew some heavy stuff was going to be laid on me!(What I did not know at the time was that Grace was calling Dr. Purnell atthat very same moment.)Barb began with saying, "Rich, look at yourself. What do you see?"I did look and I looked very carefully and fully. I looked and tried tofigure out what she wanted me to see. What I saw was a face made femininewith make-up and lipstick. I looked deeper than that beyond the make-up. The first bypass of note we reached was Basingstoke, which we soon discovered was almost gridlocked. We moved at funeral walking pace as cars at the front of the queue extricated themselves from the mess like corks from a bottle. We sat stewing in our glass and steel fermenter. The car started playing up. We were not alone in this. Littering grass verges, cars stopped, surrounded by more steam than the marshalling yards at Clapham Junction. Suspicious wisps began to seep from our bonnet, too,. .. and I told her so.Her lips felt so good wrapped around my cock. She bobbed her head up and down, with her hands milking my shaft and playing with my balls. She was trying (with some success) to deep-throat me. About three-quarters of my cock was inside her mouth and throat before she gagged.We looked a sight - she was sitting in my chair, and I was leaning against the side of my desk with my trousers open at the front with my cock protruding.I wanted her naked. I suspected that she had an.