Next time I would remember more manners, and not talk with my mouth full or anything like that. It takes practice to be comfortable on blind dates. T...at evening I signed in to the chat area, and couldn’t believe that I found myself hoping he would be there. Could I like someone this much after two days and one date? Was I this transparent and needy? I am an independent woman with two small kids, I am not supposed to act like a teenager. It was irresponsible and oh so delicious. Then he signed. Her panties fell to her ankles. Spreading her legs slightly apart I could see that my cock's delight had a pierced shaven pussy.Moving back slightly in hope that my presence remained unknown I continued fucking my prick. "Telephone Rose," An aging gentleman shouted as the door sprung open. I now knew her name. My sweet darling Rose stopped what she was doing as did I while she vanished inside the property.Grabbing the base of my throbbing prick and waiting for her return. The urge to cum gave. Reaching down, I thrust my index and middle fingers into her twat, making her moan again. She was soaking wet. I played inside for a minute, then took my fingers out. I sucked the delicious pussy juices off of my fingers, and my lust was intensified. Animal I had been called, so animal I would be. With one swift, forceful move, I jammed my 11 inches of cock deep into her pussy. She gave a half-moan, half-scream as I tore into her. As I started to fuck her wildly, Isabelle climbed onto. I looked over the sink at my reflection. Without really thinking about it, I pulled the clip from my long, dark hair, letting it cascade over my shoulders and down my back. I remember him telling me in one of our flirty exchanges that he preferred my hair down. At that moment I realised that I'd already made my decision. In the back of my mind as I walked down the corridor, I thought that it was lucky that no one had tried to talk to me, I doubted if I'd be able to even string a sentence.