Angela smiles as she pushes back a strand of hair. She’s only 38, maybe 10 years older than I, but her hair is already greying in places. Not that s...e cares. She is driven, and believes in making the best of herself, but I’m not sure that applies to the way she looks after her appearance. She can look a bit matronly, when she’s not careful. Her office is filled with the usual collection of piles of books and journals. Her desk is covered with them too. Her laptop is propped on a top of one of. No ties. No promises. Just fucking,' demanded Daniel. Helen bit her lip as she felt a gush of wetness in her already swollen and used pussy. 'You'd better have it in you then,' retorted Helen. She strutted around the bed, grabbed his impressive erection and knelt down in front of him. Looking up at his tired but animated face, she took his bollocks in her mouth, sucking them till they were wet and his cock was straining in anticipation of the hard thrusts he was going to give her. He felt a. "They drove in silence for a while. Mr. Johnson would occasionally look over at her. Katie gave him a little smile."Hey, remember how we used to stop on the way home and watch the planes taking off and landing?" Mr. Johnson asked as we approached the airport that was less than a mile from the road."Sure, I remember that," Katie replied."You wanna stop for a while and see if we can catch any planes?"Katie wasn't really that interested, but Mr. Johnson seemed kinda lonely so she agreed.. I'm here to demonstrate them, and if you are interested, give you a special . . . by the way, my name is Alan." Making a quick decision, she invited him in. She couldn't have her neighbours listening or seeing what he was selling. Leading him to the dinning room, she invited him to sit down. She was curious to see what he had to offer and so was the suddenly aching juncture between her thighs. ‘But surely,’ she thought, ‘he can't possibly mean he is going to demonstrate his toys on me. Or could.