Her almost non-existent bush confirmed that she was really blond. The darker stripes in her hair had come from a bottle. The distress I saw in her eye... made sure that I wasn't really aroused, even if I admired her body. I saw her look at my still partly limp manhood and she almost opened her mouth to say something but I managed to kiss her first."Not a word, girl. He knows it is not his time yet. Now we need to get you to relax."Then I started massaging her. Very carefully and very gently in. ”“I will,” I promised and squeezed her tight. “Keep a bed for me in case I pass this way again?” I asked lightly.“Always. Maybe mine if I’m not to old to play horsey,” she teased.We laughed and made dinner together, I hadn’t made definite plans yet, but Mike knew I was coming soon. After dinner, I normally went out clubbing, but tonight, I was calling him to let him know what was going on.We talked pleasantly through dinner and I promised to keep in touch by email and phone as often as I could.. It’s not English, but I can read the letters. Most of them, at least. Looks like Polish or something. But I can read the numbers on it, it looks like they’re tracking some kind of–‘ ‘Weird,’ said the voice firmly. ‘Whatever, I dunno – look, I wouldn’t even bother with it. So wait, back up, so you found this phone the other day and just called some number you didn’t even recognize? Why would you do that?’ ‘Well, I was in a panic, remember? I mean, I’m calmer now, but that first time I called you. It was almost as hard as it looked. Despite the tenderness of her caresses, the woman was still tense from the rigors of the day. As Stacy gently clasped on of Helen's nipples, pinching the rubbery prominence, Helen did the same, tweaking and rubbing Stacy's pink nubbin.Stacy had been nervously looking everywhere but Helen's face. But as her body began to respond, her eyes were drawn to the other woman's. They locked. Stacy wasn't sure what it was she saw there but the older woman's stern.