When she returned she was in a robe under which I could see her panties and bra were still on. Her hands quickly found my zipper and she had my pants...down to my ankles in no time at all. She sat on the bed and pull my ass and by this time very hard cock, to her mouth. I was in heaven to say the least. I was about ready to burst before the party really got started. She must have sensed it because the next this she did was lay back on the bed and pulled her panties down just below her. He had chosen to sleep in the spare room after the court case that had led to a blazing row, later that night.I had decided as I lay in the darkness of the bedroom I would take my time and pack everything I wanted and just leave before he returned home in the evening.I would drive South and cross into Germany, where I had worked as an au-pair during my gap year, I would be a stranger, get a menial job, and start over.At 32 I felt cheated and as I said angry, but more with myself for doing it,. She wanted to have her way with me. And that’s exactly what I wanted too. Damn she was gorgeous. But more than that, she was intelligent. She was professional. And she had an air about her that would make most men swoon.She had “it”. Whatever that was. And she made me want her more than anything in the world. It wouldn’t have mattered what she asked me to do at that point. The answer was yes. The answer would always be yes.We walked up to the front desk together to check in. When she presented. ‘Go ahead and look at my chest. There is nothing there, so I don’t cover it much. Is that ok?’ The next thing I knew, her arms were around my neck and the chest was being pressed into my tee shirt very firmly. In an incredibly sexy low voice, she said, ‘I don’t get attention from guys. I’m used to it. Can we just be friends?’ In a few minutes, we were back in the kitchen, making lists again. She had on respectable shorts, atee shirt about as faded as mine, and white sneakers. ‘Well?’ ‘No bra?’.