”“Thin twenty-year-olds aren’t all they’re cracked to be, you know,” I tried to cheer her up, “I for instance don’t fancy that type at a...l. I like real grown-up women.”“Are you serious?” she asked happily. I could tell be looking at her face that my remark had an immediate effect on her.“Of course I’m serious,” I said, “otherwise I wouldn’t say something like that.”“Do you find me attractive?” was her next question.“Sure,” I said and Paula got up from her chair. She put her hands on her thighs,. Because sometimes anger, irritability, aggression; they all make for a very hot quickie.We both left work without saying a word. I didn’t know if you were going to call me screaming your head off about the inequalities of the world or you would be sad and defeated. You pulled out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. I followed, slower, more cautiously. Not knowing if I should just let you go and give you your space or not.You called me, and I almost didn’t answer. I hit the button and. Leaking is not the right word though – more like being coaxed out by my manipulations, but it also teases me, my mouth salivates in a Pavlovian response, and my dick hardens ever more so. You shift your body – I know I have awaken you slightly, I don’t think you have opened your eyes yet – but I know you are in a surrender to my touch — you roll onto your back, and I know you want to feel my mouth where my fingers have been – that it is as much a need for you to be suckled as it is for me to. ‘Well I’m pretty sure they are,’ I replied. ‘Well the proof of the… the proof of the … the …pudding … is in …the eating!’ she burst out with and again went off into another bout of hysterics. I started to steam then. ‘Have you…have you ever had an electric pudding. That’s the ones that have currents running through them,’ and off she went again and that’s when I walked out to leave her holding her stomach. It wasn’t until I walked into my own rooms to see Ann and Dawn and they saw me naked,.