"Ohhh..." she moaned again as I continued my steady rhythm, plunging my finger deep into her wet vagina. Our tongues caressed and probed each other. H...r hand appeared just above her clit, pressing on her pubic mound in sync with my motion in and out of her. I upped my speed, feeling her response increasing. I didn't know if I could make her cum, but I really REALLY wanted her to. Her fingers began to diddle her clit while I drove into her. Suddenly she was moaning more loudly. Her parents slept. The sheets are black silk and the bed is covered in pillows. You motion for me to come and sit on the bed. Obeying you, I carefully walk to the bed and sit. The sheets are cold to my skin but I dare say I will notice the sheets much longer. “Relax” you said softly as you pushed your hand between my soft legs. You smiled and kissed me laying me back on the bed. “Spread your legs my pet” you smirked as you lowered your face into my sopping cunt. “Somebody’s horny isn’t she?” you teased. Your. "I don't understand." I know you don't; I haven't explained it to you yet."I got up and went back to the bar for another two beers. As I approached the bar I bumped into a nice brunette who was seated on one of the barstools.She turned to look at who bumped her and I frowned at her."Watch it, punk," I deadpanned.He mouth dropped open and she stared at me.I ordered two beers and turned to her as she still watched me."I think for bumping me, you should pay for my beers."I didn't bump you, you. “I’m nearly 60. That wasn’t what I meant.”“I’ll bet she did,” said Rachel.We chatted over our coffee and tea for awhile and I signed the bill. As we got up, Patrick said: “I’ll come here Tuesday around ten. We’ll drive out to the house and fetch more of your clothing. OK?”“Yes. Thank you.”In the morning, I breakfasted and went out for a walk. I went to Thomas Pink on Market Street and bought a half-dozen shirts – stripes and checks. I told them to deliver to the Marriott. I then walked around.