I read a few wonderful encounters that ladies had with their tailors on this website and decided that I would try it out to see how it goes. I decided...to go to my tailor to get a few blouses stitched for myself. My tailor is a middle aged man of about 43 years of age. I have seen him staring at my body all the time whenever I visited him. So now that Reddy was gone I was very desperate to find another trustworthy partner to take good care of my physical needs. I was now managing with the toys. Today I know our lovemaking was unrefined, but we were eager and passionate in each other's arms. I learned to please her well, and the things she taught me have served me in good stead the rest of my life.I went by Mrs. King's the day after I met her, mowed her lawn and weeded her flowerbeds. She paid me well, and offered me lemonade and a light lunch after. A week or so later, I met Cindy, her daughter. Or rather, that's when I learned her name. She was tall and lanky and awkward in that way. I pushed a little more and stopped.I could see the please all over her face. She was grinding her teeth and fighting the need to tell me to fuck. I slowly pulled back with my cock. When the rim was near the opening I pushed forward, this time with more force and a little deeper.“Oh you fucking bastard, you are so fucking huge. you’re going to tear me apart. “ With that I pulled back to just the head sitting inside. She was pulling her legs as far as she could. Suddenly I rammed my cock as deep. She finally looked him in the eye, those deep green eyes. Ben walked round the desk purposefully and took Izzy’s face in his hands and kissed her. A long, soft, passionate kiss. Izzy let out a long sigh. ‘I thought that might never happen again,’ she whispered. ‘Me too.’ Ben said truthfully, he looked at her closely, taking in her beauty. He took a deep breath ‘Izz we need to talk about this.’ ‘I knew it,’ she took a step back, the smile dropping from her face. ‘Not that, Izzy, not that,’ he.