Except one thing. She said you're a great kisser. I planned to be funny and say something like, 'you're not going to kiss me are you?' when I came int... your arms. Instead I'm asking you to kiss me. Would you?"I did. It began warm and soft, our lips heated by emotions. I didn't dare bring my tongue into the equation, so hers touching my lips and slipping inside my mouth surprised me. And turned me on. As our tongues dueled, I pushed my hardening cock against her belly. Her body rose as she went. “Would you take me again for coffee?”Of course I obliged, and in a quiet corner of the same café, and she finally opened up to me.“Donald is a skilled lover, I’ll admit, and before we were married, he was able to satisfy me. But when he was courting me, I still had a string of other lovers.The way she said ‘string’ sent a chill down my spine. It was a jolt of fear in dealing with such a sexual woman, combined with excitement. Excitement won.“I grew up in Slovenia, where we have a different. When they parted, he literally ripped off Sylvie’s blouse to reveal not her bra but her naked breasts which he proceeded to fondle and kiss the nipples. Stepping back again, he unclipped her waist band and she stepped out of her skirt, to reveal suspenders and stockings and nothing else but a tiny g-string with a small triangle of almost totally transparent material at the front and only a string at the rear. This time the audience did gasp and there were a few expressions of disapproval from. They were married ten years ago when he was principal here and she was just out of college. He’s a bible-thumper and an ambitious weasel, but he’s an excellent administrator. I don’t know if she has always been so cold and heartless but in the three years I’ve been here, she has treated me like I was shit on her shoe. I try to avoid her and I suggest you do the same. She could bring your football playing to a halt.”“To late for that, I’m afraid. I have a meeting with her tomorrow at 2:30, I’ll.