“Newly divorced.”She didn’t bother asking him about his relationship status. She had clocked a wedding band on his finger as they had made small...talk after the first conference ended. He had slipped it off at some point between his clumsy flirtations, and when they caught the elevator up to her room.“Age?”“Why does it matter?” she questioned, squeezing his hard cock through his underwear. “I know I’m older than you.”“I’m twenty-six,” he said.“See?” She smiled. “Told you.”Extracting his cock. The week before, I went to the lab to obtain a new sperm test. I was provided with a Playboy magazine and sent to a small room. I was able to produce a sperm sample. Probably one of my most embarrassing adventures. A nice glass of wine would have helped. Now we were in Patsy"s bedroom and she was very relaxed and agreed to remove her panties and allow a small night light. She did not have an old lady's body. Most twenty-year-old ladies would have traded with her. I am fascinated with pussies,. Underneath she's wearing tight black lycra hotpants over the top of black fishnet stockings and high heels. Her nipples are poking through a pink boob-tube top that barely contains her big, bouncy tits. Her hotpants are so tight that they are half way up her ass at the back and she's got a pronounced cameltoe happening at the front. You suddenly feel funny in your pants.Gwen calls back from the lounge room. "Oh no! it looks like everyone's left already!"Stacy looks disappointed. "Is the party. I smile and say that I don’t care where I sit as long as I get home.“Well this overnight route is normally a quiet one, so our next stop is in a couple of hours, so you can have some peace. Again I am sorry for the inconvenience.”I smile back at him and say, "It's fine. Don't worry."As the bus pulls out of the station I look round and notice that there are very few on the coach and most are at the front of the coach. I watch the city lights twinkling in the distance as we rush by. I think to.