I watched her go, that walk sending plumes of wanton lust streaming through my mind. I took a few moments to pay the bar tab and left a fifty on the b...r as a tip for the life-changing cocktail. She blew me a kiss and gave me a cheery wave. I broke the bad news to the smiling Adonis at the front desk that plans had changed. We wouldn't be needing the table after all. A discrete tip slid into his palm, ensured that perhaps another evening we could enjoy the delights of the kitchen.That done, I. She stood at the open kitchen door staring at the garden when a thought struck her, she went to her best bag, if she remembered through her haze of the other night had she seen some chocolate from the Sunday night party, she picked the bag out of the wardrobe from where it had been slung in her drunken stupor and tossed it on the bed, what came out drew her breath.She smiled as she picked up the two boxes and the thick magazine, Oh dear, she thought, I bet I know who stuffed them in the bag,. A moan I love to hear again and again. I left hand makes it way to the ass again and presses her ass down on her cheeks. She spreads her legs wider and gets even better contact and arches her back. Rhythmic round gyrations gives way to long hard strokes. I feel she is getting closer to her climax, her pressure increases. Her strokes longer and stronger. I raise my hips a little and she lets out an iiissssssshhhhhhhh. Let’s her hairs down on my face. I let go of her nipple. She needs her freedom. She told him later that it felt like her legs had turned to jello. She actually screamed and fainted when he penetrated her rosebud with the vibrator. Discussing what he did with the vibrator afterwards she told him that if he wanted to put something else in there that would be okay and a first for her. He told her he would keep her offer in mind.Pat’s routine changed a little when he answered his phone one late afternoon. The caller ID told him the caller was Paul Conway. Paul was a fellow.