"Like a bitch."He put his lips gently against hers and kissed her, the tip of his tongue licking the underside of her mouth, gliding across her teeth,...and then pulling back. She refused to allow him to break the kiss though. Her hands went to the back of his head and she pulled him back, thrusting her own tongue out and swirling it against his, sucking lightly on it. God, how she wanted this man, how she wanted him to treat her like the slut she was. No one had ever made her feel the way she. He cleared his throat and said, “Miss Winter...”Before he could think of what to say after that, she said, “I don’t know why, but you calling me that is turning me on.”Holy shit, he thought. Alarm bells were ringing loudly in his head, and he said, “You don’t have to do anything like that. I’m at least twice your age.”Trisha let out a brief moan and said, “I know. I’ve got a thing for older guys.” She reached up with her other hand and caressed his cheek. “That beard is so sexy. I was hoping. I had an erection the whole day and was hoping that her second night with Chris (which was planned for tonight) would bring me further sights of her in some form of undress. I raced home after work and was surprised to see that she was not ready for Chris. I expected her to be showered and ready by the time that I arrived home. “I thought that Chris was coming over to spend the night with you, baby,” I said as we kissed. “He is, baby, but he won’t be here until about seven o’clock,” she. Harv, at sixty-two, and Mable, as sixty, welcomed me as a member of the family. We saw each other constantly and after eating alone for a week, I invited them to eat with me in the formal dining room. Their discomfort at the fancy surroundings faded and we would retire to the living room to watch movies or just talk.It was a week into a three-week business trip that our relationship changed. I woke up just after midnight to the sound of laughing. My bedroom window over looked the back yard..