I chuckled at their embarrassment and said “do you masturbate?” They looked at each other awkwardly and nodded yes. I told them that that was very...natural and good. They relaxed and the questions flowed again. They told me most of their knowledge of sex was through western pornography. I said that was not the best guide of but it would give them some good knowledge.They were now in full flow and i had inherited the name of aunty. It seems this is what they call mature women like me. I didn’t. I came up behind her and kissed her neck, feeling her pulse rate at the tip of my tongue. ‘Hmmmm’, she purred like a kitten. ‘Something smells good’, I said. ‘Me or dinner?’ ‘Whichever, they’re both good. How much time you need?’ ‘Just a few minutes.’ ‘Great. Let me get dressed.’ I was on my way to put some pants on until she alerted my attention. When I turned around she had that look in her eye and she was salivating. I already knew what I was in for. ‘You don’t have to get dressed on my. ” She bites her lower lip seductively and smiles, she nods. “What about your man?” “He told me when I came out I could have anyone I wanted today.” “Fuck,” you mutter. “Are you serious?” She nods. “Not strings attached?” you ask. She shakes no. “Well, one. If you see him see us, don’t worry.” “Are you sure you want to be my girlfriend for the next few hours?” She nods. “You might not like what I have in mind for my girlfriend today.” You smile devilishly. She leans in close to your ear and. He apologized for being rude and then he stuck out his hand and introduced himself. His name is Adrian and he is going to school to be a filmmaker, or director, or something. I don’t know, the conversation was great but in the back of my mind I knew I had to get to work.So I was sitting there, fidgeting, trying to hurry but wanting to stay there all day. I looked around and everyone else had left the coffee shop so it was just Adrian and I, and two girls that worked behind the counter. Then, I.