We met her then proceeded to another nice little restaurant where we recounted our day at the museum. We held back on our wine consumption, wanting to...be in top form for the night's entertainment.During a lull in the conversation, Monique asked if it would be okay to send a couple of our Eiffel Tower pictures to a woman she'd met last year who lived in Eugene, Oregon, about an hour and a half away from us. She coached one or two of the sports teams at the university there and was single.. She was not easily unlocked.Even so, she seemed even more guarded than usual. She was quite lovely as always in a sharply tailored black business suit that concealed but could not entirely obscure her statuesque body. Her hair, no longer swirled up behind her head in the style that made Laura yearn to pull the pins and let it fall, was shorter, and tighter around her ears. She wore deep red lipstick that made her wide, sensual mouth a picture of promise for Laura, an incredibly desirable. Stark.Before she spoke anything, i caught hold of her wrist and pulled her against me. We could feel each others warm breath under the rain as it struck.The aura of our bodies, mingling in the rising sexual tension, our looks still locked.I let my other hand slowly slide down on her bum and pulled her closer, so her abdomen could touch mine. I wanted her groin to feel the girth and warmth of my dick through the pants.I wanted her cunt to throb as much as my heart had been so long. Wanted it to. Her ass was beautiful, and peeking out under it was her pussy. I was not shaved, but her hair was quite a bit lighter down there than on her head. It was almost invisible. I'd barely been touching myself, but Billy's young cock still exploded. Not much came out; he'd obviously been quite busy keeping the reserves empty. His cock didn't even begin to get soft though. Ahh, to be young.By now, Tara had pulled her panties on, thrown the T-short over her head and climbed into bed. The show was over,.