She had this tall, hot, librarian vibe about her that made me think dirty thoughts, until of course I realized my penis wasn't going to go along with ...he story in my head."Welcome," she said simply. Stepping around her desk, she motioned for me to lie on a leather couch. She wore a short leather skirt, from which extended long beautiful legs ending in heels. Her figure was beautiful, she was graceful and confident. She took a seat across from me in a leather arm chair and waited for me to. “Well I guess it’s time for a new one. Sorry for the language, I was hoping to get that piece of crap to make it through the summer. I think it just cut its last blade of grass though.” “It sounded like it died permanently didn’t it. You’re welcome to use mine. I’m going to have to cut this mess with the weed whacker before I can mow it,” I said as I pointed to my own mower setting over by the garage. “Damn I hate to be borrowing things. I borrow it and it breaks then I feel like I have. . ohhh, M-melanie ... mmmppphhh ... g-good ... p-pussy, baby ... mmmppphhh!" Janie slurped.While Melanie obligingly held her cunt spread open, Janie hungrily kissed her pussy square between the lips. The wet flesh was soft and smooth and her lips slid over the slick pussy meat easily. Janie inhaled deeply, the smell of pussy filling her head. Her tongue snaked out and she began lashing it back and forth. The hot, wet cunt seared her tongue with its goodness and, as the taste washed into her. I thanked him for his honesty and asked him in for coffee, the least I could do for his trouble. I wanted to reward him with money but he refused, he said his reward was my smile. And really that is what started it all off. We soon got involved in deep conversation and in the course of half an hour, I discovered his name was Dave, he too was divorced and ‘looking’ but his problems were so like mine. He told me the trouble was that when you have experienced a bad relationship it makes you Cary.