We removed our bags and started to watch the poster he was rubbing his cock, me getting a bit sexy started to run his thighs, he allowed it and closed...his eyes in few min, I started to rub his cock where for me that age it was a huge thing, he then sollu whispered if you want to open my zip u can , I starred to in zip him and opens his vip underwear.My god the cocked 6 inch get hold of me with a fragrance that really got me high , the dirty smell I loved it, for the first time ever I hold of a. It wasn't even good, but for a few minutes it made me feel like a woman again. I was still very much the lady in my professional life, and on Thursday and Friday nights after work enjoyed the 'happy hours' at a few of the lounge bars that catered to professionals. Men then were usually at their best behaviour, and although I seemed to be popular enough still had trouble getting dates. One lounge I enjoyed going to had a pianist playing old time music, people normally gathered around and. I have not seen her for first two months because she never came out of her house. I have some glimpses of her while i was going to college because at that time she made their children in getting ready to school. One of my friends came to my house for taking notes of mine, fortunately or unfortunately he had seen her, and he started to ask questions about her and he forgot why he came to my house. While leaving from my house my friend said a statement that still rings in my ears that is. "Who?" The drummer from the band."The middle-aged woman sniffs the air - she must be able to smell Emma too."You know he has a massive crush on you, right?" I ask, worried.Emma shrugs, again sheepish, and tries to hide a little smile.Bing-bong! The lift doors open - ground floor - and we all pile out.I let the middle-aged couple go ahead of us."She could smell the sex on you." I showered, but he insisted on sending me back to you with a leaving present. That's why I'm late."She subtly slides.