All the three men were having a great time laughing and chatting and also had an eye on me. I decided to give the best moments of their lives.I joined...their conversation, which drifted from politics to sports to sex. I told them about the day when I went to play a tennis match in our college without wearing a panty underneath my short skirt. The boys went crazy for the 45 minutes till I was on the pitch. None had seen my play but waited to get a glimpse of my exposed clean-shaved pussy. During. “Hello,” she waves into the camera. “I’m Julia Green. I’m 56 years old, and I’m a bank clerk from Watford.”Every time she speaks, he follows up with something of his own. “And I’m Grant Green, I’m 53 years old, and I’m her husband.”Julia begins, “We’ve both been married before...”“Twice, in my case.” Grant interjects.Julia continues, ignoring his interruption, “We met at a single-nights a few years back, one of those speed dating things ... And I suppose I was trying to make an impression .... He listened to every word she said. His clear blue eyes never left hers as she talked to him, and she felt more comfortable opening her heart to him than with any man she'd ever known. There was nothing predatory about him, nothing that made her feel that there was any danger in being open with him.But maddeningly, there was nothing to indicate he was going to press his advantage.His passions, not surprisingly, were reading and writing."I want to read something you've written," she. She was about 5'4" and probably a 36 B. She had on her normal business suit and white blouse and said that she just had to make a phone call and was then ready to go to the hotel. We left at 1 p.m. and she put her case along with mine in the boot I said "you can hang your jacket up if you like in the back" I looked at her, but could not make out the colour of her bra; the blouse was made of quite thick material. She dropped off to sleep on the journey to the hotel; we did not arrive until.