Though she doesn’t want to be.So, I got us an early check-in at a nice new hotel in the revitalized downtown, dinner reservations, and tickets to a ...allet performance (I knew that was gonna hurt). We spent the afternoon exploring the downtown on foot. We came back to the hotel to clean up, at which point I suggested a quickie. She said no...that she didn’t want my cum leaking into her panties all evening. Hmmm...I could see her point...although I liked the mental image! Kristal suggested we do. Her partner insisted that it was consensual; she swore otherwise. It was finally “agreed” that both would “resign for personal reasons”, and the City paid her enough severance that she was able to relocate here and support herself until she could find work. And the worst part, she said, was that she might have gone to bed with him had they been on a date. But being forced was so wrong. “Did you think I was trying to force you into anything tonight?” “No, that’s no it. My shrink tells me that it. “Permission granted, sailor. Now get your pretty little ass up here, and give me one of those welcoming kisses of yours! And that’s an order!” I growled to her, the joy at her just being there betraying my lack of anger and authority.“Aye, sir!” she growled back, with just as much authority in her voice as I didn’t have. “Give me a hand here, sailor. An old broad like me shouldn’t have to fight this damned transom. How come you haven’t got a swim grid back here for midnight guests to come. Just let me know if I'm going to fast for you, or if you want to stop”. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but having almost never leaving his house he knew nothing about sex. He had to learn. As he slide his pants down Michelle slowly approached him, her shapely legs trembling at all the thoughts she had of what she wanted to do with him all these years. 18 years of celibacy, waiting for her son to come of age was frustrating at times, but was about to be so worth the wait, she couldn't.