” We laughed for several seconds and she continued, “So he said, ‘No, I won’t mind,’ and I sat next to him and he rolled over a little so it...was pointing at me…” and here she rose and stood next to me and reached down, “…and I touched it and ran my fingers all over it as it twitched for me, and soon he reached down and felt my lower lips.”Here she took my hand and placed it on her pubis, letting me run my fingers within her lips and slowly enter her sodden tunnel. She moaned, “Yes, like that.. Or is that just an excuse for my immoral behaviour? Do I believe my own lies in order to really deceive others more skilfully? I’m having a mid-life crisis. Fack. My whole life has been a facking crisis: c***dhood anxiety giving way to teenage angst. I pick up a copy of The Daily Sport which a passenger has given me from the day before. I read the ‘massage’ ads. One stands out: Blonde 21 year old with tanned 36-24-36 figure, Bournemouth. I ring the number. She’s working today. I know it’s. But as soon as they had gone I was upstairs in Kathryn's bedroom. I stripped off completely and lay in her king size bed and slipped on a pair of black lacy Brazilian knickers and lay the black lacy briefs from her laundry basket on her pillow. There was a large dry streak down the middle of the gusset, secretions from Kathryn's pussy the day before I expected. I licked it heartily and rubbed my hard cock through her knickers at the same time. I was soon lost in my horny thoughts and alternated. "We have to hang out here for a minute." she says. What? Why? We browse the toys on the wall. Her beautiful long blonde hair hangs almost to her ass as she looks up at the toys. Now I think I know what she's doing. Bait. Is she experienced or just improvising?She never looked back to see who might be watching us. The place wasn't really crowded or anything but it was a Friday night and we'd been out having dinner and drinks.She made her way to the booths. There all four were empty and quiet..