She hitched her skirt upward so it was bunched around her waist. This meant that the hem was now scarcely below her crotch. My cock swelled and throb...ed against the restrictions of my own clothing and I couldn't help but flick a finger over the tip, which set off muscle twitches that resonated to the base of my shaft. She drew her legs closed again, clearly amused by my fascination. Your turn, she mouthed, each consonant articulated by those amazing lips. God, I wanted to see them wrapped. ”Sandra didn’t look at Brad, her pulse quickening as she guided his hand slightly higher on her leg.“Life has been a little rough for Jessica since the accident. I have to work fulltime now to make ends meet. She misses her dad and I miss him too, especially the closeness we shared.”“Would you please touch me?” she asked softly, guiding his hand under her short hem.“Are you sure?”“Yes, I haven’t been with a man since my husband died.”“In here?”“Yes, you wouldn’t believe some of the places where. He was right of course. All the others had as well. Not consciously, but if it was the right kind of man, and in the right kind of situation, we would all be willing. In his own mind, my rapist was doing nothing more than making sure she was compliant. What was the harm, since she was willing. He just helped her to chose him."So," John the Realtor said, "What do you like to do?" I really like not to be asked stupid questions," I said. That was not me answering. It was a women in denial of why. "My pleasure Jean" she purred as she stepped back and began to straighten and arrange the cushions in the room. "You have given me a dilema though young lady, one which I am hoping to correct today. My man was mightily impressed with the way you blew his mind" she said with a cheeky grin "and as I am sure you must understand, I am going to have to learn your technique, so that he doesn't guess that it was not I who so expertly blew him! There would also be the knowledge that I was otherwise.