Kristine was a skinny girl, but from the first date and the way she kissed, I knew she would have been great in the sack, with my hands on those tiny,...firm little butt cheeks. And while the “good girl” would have been harder to seduce into the sack, I was confident that with time I could have done it. Teresa came to me, sitting down on my lap. I like a pretty girl in my lap, but this was a big pretty girl in my lap, and my thigh bones protested. I ignored them for a bit. “You doing all right?”. ”Heather was 46 and a single mom. She had kept herself in shape, but wasn’t crazy about trying to date. That had led to no cock in her life for several months. She was hungry for some penis, and a friend had suggested a simple solution. She kept touching herself as she looked at the hole in the wall. Heather was nervous but also incredibly horny. She felt a little slutty being there on her knees and that brought a happy tingle to her nether region. Heather followed the instructions her friend. “Hello, Hello. You okay, Dad?”“Sorry Sara, I guess I zoned out for a minute.”“What were you thinking?”“I was thinking about what you said. To be truthful, I was visualizing it in my mind.”“So you do have desires?”“Absolutely. However, I’m afraid I have nothing to offer.”“I think you underestimate yourself. I mean you are an attractive man and besides…” She stops talking.Now, this is a first; she has never stopped talking. I begin to laugh. I think she has embarrassed herself. Determined to take. ”“Eric it is then.”, I say agreeing to her proposed name.Five minutes later and after casual conversation, we get to Layla’s condo in an executive high rise 2 blocks away from where I work. The doorman ushers us in and silently Layla brings us to the elevator. She places her key card by the sensor and the elevator closes and starts to ascend. “You two have not let go of each other’s hands. It’s really cute. But now, I want to hold your hands too.” She reaches out and takes both our hands in her.