On the way back to Manhattan in the cab, he explained that the woman he'd been talking with was just someone he'd bumped into at the airport. They bro...ght each other up to date on recent events and agreed on what a good thing their father's promotion had been for them.Back at his apartment on East 36th Street, he showed her into a small room with a pullout couch. "I usually use this as a study," he said. "I hope it'll be comfortable for you." Oh, sure, no problem," she said.The doorbell rang.. I never know the right amount of cream to put in.”She nodded then placed the mug on the counter and turned the handle towards him. With a thoughtful gaze, she watched him take that first, satisfying sip.He was a handsome young man, probably a college student, at least ten years her junior.Pointed chin; high, pink cheeks; blue eyes darkened behind the rims of his glasses; and wavy black hair slicked by the rain. He came across as a lanky Clark Kent type. Yet, his suave physical appearance was. Her fingers left the dark cavern of her sex and began to trace and fondle the outside of her pussy. Her cunt lips were moist, large and swollen. I've heard large labia like that referred to as "Turkish skirts". Odd the things you remember. I longed to play with them, to feel them, to caress them. Instead, she was playing with them herself, driving myself to an even further state of sexual excitement. I couldn't believe how horny I was! Her juices began to flow more freely. I stared,. "Mmmmhh..." was all he could muster. Julia scraped some soap off his back and returned to his asshole. She circled around the outside, applying pressure only to the entrance occasionally. She had dropped a hand down to her pussy and started rubbing herself. Julia was sure he'd be open to the idea of the butt plug. She wanted to see how far she could get her finger up her husband's ass. Using her ring finger and pinky on herself, she stuck her thumb out like a miniature cock and placed it right.