The accumulated wisdom of half a dozen TV shows said that singles bars were a good place to score lonely women. I made my grand entrance into Rudy's R...tabaga, strutted my stuff, and grabbed a vacant chair. I was a sharp-looking dude and it didn't take long to hit the jackpot. Sherry Zahd, her name was, account exec for the Forty Weaves textile design firm, jet-setter, woman of the world. A real princess. An older gal, maybe twice my age, but good looking. She would do. Took me home in a taxi.. She stood before me in all her glory as beads of sweat formed at her cleavage. She flashed me a wicked smile, whilst showing me a sliver of her bare breast. My hormones ran full bore as I admired her beauty. Her ridged nipples teasingly poking outward at the spandex material of her suit. The material clinging to the moisture of her shaven mound, her beautiful pussy lips were outlined perfectly. I could feel the drool puddle behind my teeth. I was in a frenzied state. I needed that pussy.She. I saw Shanthi still working and was crying and I went asked and asked her if there is any problem Shanthi got startled and got up and wiped her wet eyes with her saree pallu exposing her huge boobs on seeing them for fleeting moment only made my dick rise then I began to ask her why she is struggling so much and crying she began to tell me her problems and her inability to complete the work because of her in experience. I told her to calm down and began to see what had to be done and the work. I was torn - jealous of Ned, the pompous little prick fucking my girlfriend's mouth - yet turned on by the sordid kinkiness of it all. I decided to just remain silent, see what happened, and besides, at least she wasn't fucking him. Alice and I were at our sexual peak, and the next few weeks we couldn't get enough of each other. We would suck and fuck at lunch, right after work, late at night, and sometimes wake up at 3 or 4 AM to do it some more. Mowing her expansive lawn, she would.