She marveled at the change in the man. The day before, as the priest, he had seemed entirely different. Now he was all business. Laurine could sooner ...icture this man as the head of a large corporation rather than running a sex-for-hire operation.That just went to show you couldn't tell a book by its cover."I guess so. If it's like the session--interview, rather--I had with you, it should be a snap." Maybe not quite as stimulating but there shouldn't be any trouble if you're really willing to. "Really?” she responds sarcastically. "Let’s try that out". It just so happened that Lets Get it On was playing. "He isn’t telling me how I feel" she says. "Sure he is, you just don’t know it". We share a moment of eye contact, which prolongs. We just stare into each others eyes, lying side by side on my bed. If we've got to be here, let’s live. I kiss her. I just did it. I embrace her lips, the lips that were too shy to show themselves. I can tell she likes. She was waiting. She was waiting. I love watching it from above, I always have. I put my hands on my hips and arch my back a bit and enjoy your effort. I help a little bit moving myself too, at your rhythm. It's nice this way but I want to have the control again. I firmly grab your hips, and with one rough thrust I let you know your turn is over. I am taking it from here.One hand holding the rein and one hand on your waist. I rest one foot on the same red couch, which gives me a better angle and more strength to fuck you. And I. All the time we were speaking I was studying her. I had always had a fantasy for older women. She was about 58 years old with a very trim figure. She stood about 5’9”, with a crowning glory of red, gold hair, swept back from her face, just with some white round the edges. She had emerald green eyes with a tinge of black around the iris, and curved, pouty, red lips that were just wanting to be possessed by someone; and I wanted to be that someone. Hey, I don’t know where those thoughts came.