But if she did find someone like that, would she even be attracted tohim? What she understood would be good for her and who she lustedafter were at su...h odds. Something inside her went totally gaga at thesight of a sixty-five year old man in an expensive suit who seemedlike he could be a real bastard.Growing up, watching soap operas with his mom (in what they knew butwere still both years from acknowledging was a mother/daughter bondingexperience...) it had never been the shirtless 20-something. Can I help you?'At last she found her voice, ' Hello, Mr. Alexander. I... you won't remember me. I'm Mrs. Grayson. You did some work for me nearly a year ago and... ' She glanced at the paper on which she had written her notes.Before she could start again, he spoke, 'But I do remember you, Mrs. Grayson. I put up a shelf for you. And I remember you paying me. I do indeed.'As his meaning registered, she could almost feel again the smack she had given him.She fought down the panic and said as. When Nikki tapped a button on the floor the phallus inside my wife began vibrating and Cristi exploded in a huge orgasm. Nikki finished the massage while my wife came over and over in a chain of orgasmic delight.Nikki took her foot off the pedal and they kissed hard. They passionately shared their juices and I couldn’t take anymore I dropped behind Nikki and opened her cheeks. My tongue touched her wrinkled opening as she stood and Cristi started sucking her cock again. Nikki was quickly. The sight as the shirt slid down her body was exquisite. My thoughts raced back to the conversation Tamara and I had earlier. I wondered what might come of that. But for now, I'd just have to settle for the visuals.Lena looked over at me and whispered, "We are leaving. Thanks for having us over. You have an awesome place."I waved as she and Christina left. I gently caressed Tamara's shoulder. She just moaned lightly and snuggled into me. I grabbed a towel off the table next to us to cover her.