I believe a sexual revolution was taking place and I was in the process of getting divorced. Great timing.I traveled for business at the time and freq...ently went to the Detroit area. I started chatting with a woman from suburban Detroit. A town called Canton, MI. She was married and she and her husband were discussing the possibility of bringing another man into their relationship. We chatted in private messages for days about ME being that guy.I was chatting only with her. So there was another. I look around to see if we’re alone, not a soul in sight, probably because of the cloudy sky. Your mouth is covering mine and your hand going to work on my breast. iI's driving me to the point where I don’t want it to stop. I reach for your cock. You're so hard. I rub it through your jeans.I go for the buckle on your belt and unfasten it, snap it next, then the zipper. Exposing your cock to the cool air feeling it in my hand. It’s mine, perfect for me. I love feeling the bulging veins, the rim,. It turned me on even more. My pussy was leaking so much that I left wet stain on the massage table after the massage) He played with me in such manner several times. He just saw me turning on, watched my wet pussy. His touches made me feel creepy all over and my heart was beating stronger. Most likely he understood that I was lecherous slut. But he didn’t’t fuck me the first time. So I came for massage for the next time. As usual I stripped naked and laid on the massage table. I waited for. He'd often fantasized about fucking a pretty young girl like this, but seeing one all naked and ready made his cock instantly explode into a throbbing hard-on."What's the matter, Mac?" giggled Kim, noticing the lust in his eyes. "Haven't you ever seen a pussy before?" Not one as cute as yours," he gulped as the youngster got up and slowly walked toward him."How would you like to lick it and fuck it?" she whispered, putting her arms around him."Are you serious?" Why don't you take your clothes.