I was free of my chaperone, what threat would there be from such a well-cultured, older woman? ‘Would you like to find your way through the maze?�... she asked me. ‘I have never been through these gardens.’ I looked at the darkened topiaries hesitantly. I had heard that the gardens at this particular home were spectacular at any time of the day. I had not been able to wander the maze yet and I had longed to have such a quiet solitary moment. ‘Just show me the way.’ I said eagerly. I followed her. 'Fuck it, ' I thought. 'It's go-time...' We took off our clothes and make it to her bedroom. She slammed me down and said the magic words, "Do you want a blow job?" 'Um...yeah.'She proceeded to work my Johnson so fucking good it felt better than the first time. She engulfed every inch of me, up and down she went. "My neck is getting a bit sore." I raised up a little and began rubbing her neck while she sucked my cock. "Oh fuck that feels nice. Keep going." The touch of my hands seemed to make. ”We never got dressed the rest of the night and every time I looked at her body, I got hard and couldn’t help but think of how her body should be seen by everyone. She looked sexier than those Hollywood stars and porn queens you always see hanging out of their clothes. She fixed us some sandwiches and after a light meal, it was back to bed and more mind blowing sex. I decided that Dr. Packard was my new hero.Work was pretty much the same and I kept looking at the clock waiting for the day to be. Frowning, she sat at her combination vanity/desk.Think design, girl. The main attraction are Gordy’s photos of nature subjects with fuzzy focus trees as the background. Impressionistic, pointillist. Her eyes lit up and she rummaged in the closet again. Way in the back she found a dress she hadn’t worn in years. It had a black background and many dots of varying sizes and different pastel shades. Standing before the mirror, she held it against herself. She nodded. Perfect, it’ll complement the.