And with your looks, I couldn’t imagine having a chance competing with guys your own age.” She stepped forward, the robe billowing open further t... reveal more of her femininity. As she ran her hands over my chest and arms, she looked me in the eyes and said, “I don’t find you creepy at all. As for guys my own age; well, let’s just say that their enthusiasm doesn’t compensate for their lack of knowledge, experience and control.” Taking her in my arms, I leaned down to her face and gently. The door was open, the girls departing and the lawyers entering.“Swiftly, do it while I am still roused,” Lucinda whispered.“Very well,” I agreed as my member was already starting to wilt.I placed the bulbous knob end against her quim, spearing into the moistened slit and pressed him home fully, she yielded.“Tis done!” I whispered.“Indeed, and far less painfully that I imagined,” she confirmed.“Shall I withdraw?” I whispered.“No, we should try to bear it a little longer so there is no doubt,”. She moves close, her arms around him, her head resting on his shoulder. As they dance his senses are assailed by the fragrance of her hair and the musk of her exertions until his libido reacts in defiance of his willpower. It doesn’t go unnoticed. She’s close enough to feel how aroused he is. He whispers ‘Sorry.’ ‘‘S ok.’ She mumbles against his shoulder. They dance on. The dance ends. The music ends. The evening ends with the two of them waiting by the local taxi rank. She’s wearing his coat. "I'll be right there."Simon stood at the counter a moment more then looked around at the odd little shop. The strange items on the tables seemed to want to speak to him of odd places and stranger origins. He shrugged, fantasy was not on the agenda today, he needed a refill for his pen so he could fill out employment applications.Somewhere behind the back counter the old man who owned this little shop puttered with some task and wasted time, Simon's time. Simon suppressed his irritation, he.