All in all, by the time I turned the key in the lock of the door of my flat, I was in a pretty miserable mood. Flinging a ready-meal into the microwav..., I contemplated my options. The bottle of wine in the rack on the sideboard looked very inviting, but so far I’d kept up my New Year resolution to live a little more healthily and take more exercise, so in the end I decided that a quick after dinner swim and a sauna at the health club would set me up nicely for an early night – and in the. ’ Crack! ‘Do not call me that!’ Crack! ‘That whore Sophie is your mistress.’ She struggled to find what she should call him and the only thing that came immediately to mind was therapist but it didn’t have the right tone. ‘I am your conscience, your confessor, and if you come to understand your wickedness and embrace humility, then perhaps something else.’ His crying and the licking of her shoe continued. She could feel his saliva run down her instep. With disgust she pulled it away and told. “Shh…” she whispered leaning in close to me. She pecked me on the lips. At that moment I just gave in, forgetting about the fact that she was about 20 years older than me. She kissed me again, and I decided to kiss her back. Our lips touched, and then parted allowing our tongues to slip into each others mouths. I started to get a hard on, my cock swelling in my pants. I slowly moved my hand to her breast and caressed it. I rolled her now hard nipple in my finger tip.“Oh Brad, I need you to eat. For the next few minutes we lay like that, John leaning back, with my head on his chest. "Susan, words can not describe how wonderful that was, it has been a long time since any body has done that to me. But now its my turn to return the favour."With that John sat up and kissed me gently, moving his hands around to my side, sliding down the zipper to my skirt. I raised my hips as he gently pulled the skirt out from under me, leaving me lying there in my blouse, panties and stockings held in.