“Come on through to the kitchen.” That was a large, well-appointed room that showed all the signs of someone, like me, who actually cooked. Clutte...ed work surfaces, equipment such as a mixer, processor, tools and utensils hanging clean from racks. A few jars of spices stood ready for use beside the hob. She poured more wine and, before I could drink it, she took me in her arms and kissed me. As before, her tongue touched my lips as we kissed. I wanted more, and opened my mouth, inviting her. My cock was instantly hard, throbbed and bounced in anticipation, making it so very obvious just how much I wanted this. His finger tips brushed against my thighs, It took my breath away. I layed there trembling, craving more of his touch. My body quivering, my cock throbbing. He took off his shirt and I felt his bare chest against my leg. He ran his fingers tips along my thighs and hips and all around my cock. I was breathing hard, still staring at the ceiling, just wishing he would touch my. She still had the dimples and some little lumps here and there, but she had lost a good two inches off her behind. The wisp thin strip of pubic hair did nothing to hide her. I commented on that, she grinned and said, ‘All the better to get attention!’ Even her arms were buffed up. I suddenly felt fat and soft, sitting on airplanes and eating in restaurants don’t help a girl’s figure at all. I looked at myself in the full length mirror, I could see the spackles of gray in my hair, my face was a. ” She could tell I liked that idea, she took me again savouring how my cock lurched instantly with each prod of her finger. That was the one of the things they liked about me, I told them I could stay hard when my arse was being played with. That was a major deal for them and for the plans they had for me. She sat upright more, another finger joined the one fucking me. I winced a little at first but soon groaned with pleasure as her mouth worked over me again. I looked down to see them.