She was in the next room and had already changed into a tight, form-fitting, little black dress. A single strand of pearls accented her features. It d...ew attention to the massive cleavage evident by the dress's plunging neckline. Her four-inch heels brought her close to my height. Only close, though.She looked at the two suits and immediately selected the light-gray on the left. Then she looked at the pockets. The one on the right was labeled 'Calvin Klein', while the one on the left was. But luckily she was one horny woman and she soon took charge. She was 28 at that time and was divorced.So this is how it all started. One day, I returned after the last day of the final exams. It was two o’clock in the noon. She opened the door three to four minutes after ringing the doorbell.She was wrapped in only a petticoat and droplets of water were running down all over her. We were already on casual speaking terms by then. She smiled and said, “I had gone in to take bath only five. " She un-clipped the suspender belt, and as her stockings slithered down her legs the card fell out and she said,"It's cleared, come and fill my mouth with your hot throbbing prick" pointing to the first orifice on the menu.With that she pulled my track suit top over my head and then pulled the bottoms down to my ankles. As I stood up she pulled my pants down and took tracksuit bottoms and pants off in one go (I realised with horror I still wore my trainers, how yucky is that?).She pushed me. Adrian didn’t push me now that I was so sexually motivated, didn’t go on about his fantasy, but sometimes when he was balls deep in me, and near cumming, he would whisper “I’d love to see another guy fucking you, or you sucking him off as I sit watch.” We’d not discuss this further afterwards, but I started to dream of cock, and of all different kinds of cock, different shape, different size, different colours, cock, cock, cock! It was true to say that Adrian just couldn’t keep up with my.