" Of course I don't mind, look, you do this sort of thing for a living; I think I'd like your professional guidance."Jean blushed and then said that a...though she was nervous she was rather beginning to enjoy this morning. Quickly, she stripped her clothing off and revealed that she also had a very shapely figure for a 39-year-old woman. She had also revealed a very hairy pubic area, of which she was suddenly beginning to feel ashamed.Brenda's pulse quickened as she thought to herself, never. When they saw her gesture, they waved. Shawn gave a weak smile and waved back. She eased her drink off the bar and returned to her table."What happened?" whispered Sara as Beatriz settled into her chair."Oh, nothing. Just putting a boy in his place," she replied. Her phone chirped. She retrieved it from her bag and squinted at the display. The week had been hectic and caused Thursday to sneak up on her. Jane's party started in thirty minutes. Beatriz emptied her drink, said her goodbyes, and. .nothing.Oh, $%#@! What was I going to do? Can't walk, can't call a cab, can't leave the car in somebody's parking space! I popped open the hood, knowing it would be fruitless, as my mechanical skills are maxed out changing a light bulb. As I peered into the morass of metal, lost in my misery, I was startled by a voice behind me: “Can I give you a hand?” I was so absorbed, I hadn't heard the SUV pull up and stop behind me. Calling out across front seat was a pretty decent looking guy about 35. But had to make sure we didn’t moan. No noise if someone comes in. This was so wrong and naughty and sexy. The whole place was making me do her more. So much more. So I held her cheeks, and kissed her, then I broke off and went lower. To her neck, her body was pushing upwards now towards me and she was breathing heavier. Hot breath with slight low moans which she can barely keep inside. Her one hand was on my head and the other trying to open the buttons of my shirt.I broke off again, making.