I said I had come in my friend's car. She said she would drive me to her place in her car and take me back home when I wanted.I went to tell my friend...and returned to her.She put her finger under my jacket at the back and up under my shirt to the base of my spine then down my arse crack.I began to get horny. She took me to her car which was a 70's Mercedes.She said that it was older but in perfect condition just like her.She was 42 and I was 31.We drove to her apartment and she said that. . er, hi! Is Ms Kelsoe at home? Only, she left these at the office, and I thought she said that she’d need them for her meeting tomorrow ... so ... well, I thought ... umm ... yes, well, maybe I should bring them ...’, I paused, and then ended rather lamely: ‘I’m Trisha, her PA.’The woman looked at me with no change of expression for a moment, and I began to think that my bright idea – show initiative, I’d told myself, impress the boss – perhaps had not been so smart after all. The woman in. For my luck she didn’t resisted and opened her mouth for it. But I think she didn’t know what to do with it. I hold her hair tightly and started to push her head. With it my lund started to come in and out of her mouth. Maybe I was getting harsh and she would have been feeling the pain by my holding her hair tightly. But don’t you think I deserved it after the pleasure I had given the most memorable first pleasure of her life. Slowly she started moving her mouth rhythm and was sucking it like a. This evening is for remembering yourmother and no one else... okay... What!?! Won't that be a littlestrange? Yes, I DO want Wendy there. I'm not sure about her beingyour mother for the evening, but if she insists...okay, Saturdaythe 23rd, 7:30pm. One more thing? Have dinner with Wendy asherself the following Friday? So I can get to know the realperson? Okay... I guess that'll be fine. Okay, okay... Ipromise." Saturday the 23rdOkay, Doug thought, use valet parking or save money when I getthere..