I stood stupefied with the coffee pot in my hand as she gently released my grip and placed it on the sink. She then took my hand and tugged me toward... the bedroom where she sat me down on the bed.For several seconds my greedy eyes drank in the tempting vision of loveliness before me, a full-blooded woman in her late thirties, as I had never seen Margaret before. She turned me round and gently unbuttoned my dress then slowly peeled it down over my flared hips and gravid fertile belly. My back. ‘I like you a lot,’ she said when I pulled back. ‘Yeah, well, I like you too.’ She took my hand, tugged my arm, and we were walking. I once again had no idea where we were going, just ambling in some direction. There was silence between us for about two streets. I still had things on my mind. I wasn’t quite settled yet. I struggled with how to ask something that seemed so awkward. ‘Why no condom?’ She tossed me a glance like it was a stupid question, as if I should know. ‘I’m not getting. But I jumped when hands slipped inside the waistband of my panties and slipped them slowly down my legs, past my knees. I could feel tears of lust. “Please.” “Soon.” The mouth found my pussy, sucking on my clit as a finger slipped inside me. Deep. I could feel a hand reach around between my legs and gather juices, then it began to toy with my button. Spreading it gently and slowly so it would be ready. Dipping in a bit then out. Another finger in my pussy. Even deeper. My knees gave out and I. And I’ve tried! I’ve left a glass slipper here, a perfumed handkerchief there. But alas, no prince. Princes lived once – in olden days! They worked thatched cottages of quaint English villages, searching for the girl whose foot – fit! The guy rolls suddenly, his weight, jarring the bed. Our faces are inches apart. He exhales. I inhale. My lungs fill with his musky air, prompting a return of images – of him – of me, as I claw, struggle, dance Delilah’s dance and impale myself on his iron shaft..