The next time I saw him, was to talk about maintenance for our daughter. Living in the halls was great, our security was protected by a concierge who ...uarded the entrances to the individual halls, where the females slept.I arrived back around 2am in the morning, something I found out the next morning when I made enquiries. I could remember getting to my door and going inside, after that nothing.In the back of my head I could hear a phone ringing, then what appeared to be much much later, having. ." What did you like most about them?"I-I-I- liked the fabric, how it felt, the sexy lingerie".. " so what did you do while I was gone?" Could I possibly answer that leading question honestly? I didn't have to as she knew I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation... " Well I hope you made a lovely big mess all over them. that's why I put them out there" Sheepishly I said I had, to which she smiled broadly. "My husband never did like my clothes much, I'm very happy to know someone does.. Now. Just before i got to her she twisted her ankle and fell to the floor clutchin her leg she looked in distress, i thought result any way being ever the gent i stopped to help, wow she was fuckin stunnin 36dd blue eyes you get the pic,i bent down asked if she needed a hand she looked up and smiled said she just lived round the corner, i offered to walk her round if she wanted, she gratefully accepted we talked as she limped she worked in a night club in the town till late and was just windin down. “We need to shave your pussy,” she said after we were eating. “Wait…what?” I said as I was sitting beside her on the loveseat. “Don’t you like the way mine looks, being all shaved and smooth?” she asked. “I don’t know,” I lied. I loved the way her pussy looked. “Well look now and tell me what you think,” she said and swung her right leg over my head and resting it on the back of the loveseat. She rotated her body as she did this and now I was sitting there, between her spread legs, trying.