She told me to make myself at home and so I took a seat on her couch. She went into her kitchen and returned with a couple of glasses of wine. I took ... large sip of wine as she sat next to me on the couch. She took a drink then set down her glass. I did the same and then she moved closer to me. I put my arm around her and we kissed, picking up from where we left off in the parking lot. The kissing still felt great and the wine eased my nerves. I’m into the kissing but I remembered that she. She enjoyed my stroking her throbbing clit and slipping inside her love tunnel. She suggested we move to the bedroom and I readily agreed. Once there, she removed her dress and I removed my clothing as well. Her beauty was breath taking. Smooth firm legs, narrow waist and full breasts. She locked her gaze onto my erect 8 inch cock and cracked a big smile. She knelt on the bed, wrapping her hand around my throbbing shaft and stroked it a few times, then proceeded to lick then suck it deep into. While I was stopped at a stop light I decided to see what I got....wait... did I pass out? How did I shop and not remember anything? thattrain of thought got lost as I pulled out a black shiny leather.... Iflipped it around in my hand... it was the same laced in front top thatheld SaRenna' breasts.... or one just like it. The light turned green soI put it back in the bag, took my manicured, nails painted red, delicatefeminine hand on my gear shift and continued driving home.Parking my car I got. And yeah, he had to like screamers. I could see the profile I’d have to create on one of those sexual dating sites, and I could easily imagine the answers I would get, like ‘do you need lube when I fuck your ass?’ and ‘hey, me and my mate need a third for our threesome, you game?’. Actually answering those questions would be pretty fun, hilariously long answers with anything from Christian-church-lady language to European-whore-looking-for-a-pimp language. I sighed and shook my head, another.