Then she reached for her menu. "We'll order now, if you're ready," she told me. "And I need to think a little."We were both hungry; performance can be...grueling—especially if you're doing a lead, as she had been—and you can't eat heavily beforehand, it'll affect your voice. Knowing what I'd been planning on stage I'd gone light on food ahead of time as well. We both ordered appetizers as well as entrees."I gather you have something in mind," I worked up my courage to say after we'd done with the. He had black, curly hair; dark, downcast, eyes; generous lips; and boyish equipment. He had well-defined musculature, but he was willowy. I gauged him to be Turkish or from somewhere else in the Levant. He was not my pick for a vigorous ride—I’d saved those picks for my longer sessions, at the house across the lake that had been rented for me, for the next two days. He was something of a delicate appetizer for me, a boy I could break down and use quickly and fully, a boy whose vulnerability I. I realized I wouldn't need the lube that I had brought out with me, and that made me even want her more."Are you ready, Jia? I'll go slow and let you control things, so if it hurts too much you can just stop me" Yes, I'm more than ready. Fuck me! Make me a woman" Jia begged me.I didn't need any more assurance, and at that I began rubbing my cock head along her soaking wet little slit. Up and down over and over, making Jia squirm and moan and squeal. Then I reached down and parted her little. She stopped and exchanged pleasantries and informed me that she had come back permanently and would not be moving out. I checked her out. Even after ten years she was well maintained and worth seducing. Her husband was not joining her at least for another couple of years. The chances of seducing her seemed to be improving. Sam asked me to join her for a cup of tea, I agreed and told her that I would join her over the weekend.I reached her house and fortunately she was alone at home and her.