The mound under her thing front was not a camel toe, but more like a large knee, under a bandage. It was soaked on a line running down the middle of t...e red shiny satin. You could pretend to see a slit, but it was so tight I was mostly imagining. But when I ran my hand over her clit area, she moaned and pushed into my hand. I crawled between her knees, opening her up more and kissed the material, adding my spit to her juices. I tried to pull it aside, but it was too tight. I reached up under. Beautiful furniture. She said that her husband stays in Gulf and comes only once a year. I started with her back massage. She liked it and she asked me if I could use oil to relax her. I asked for the oil bottle which she pointed towards the dressing room. I went to fetch the bottle and I was awestruck when I returned. She had already removed her top and opened her bra from the back for the massage. I got a boner but I controlled myself. I started massaging her and later on she complimented me. She opened the door looking tastefully sexy in a mid-length blue dress. She smiled and invited me in. She poured us each a glass of wine and we made small talk. As she put the finishing touches on dinner (blackened fish, baked potato and salad) I noticed what appeared to be the same envelope that the man at her door had in his hands.I commented that I think I saw the envelope being delivered last night. She replied, ‘Oh yeah. That was Reginald. He is a friend of mine. He works with. I’ll go for a run too, then get ready over hear at about four o’clock?’ ‘Oh, do you have to go? Can’t you just grade essays here and hang out with me? Run on the treadmill?’ ‘But Freddy! My poor kitty is so neglected!’ John thought for a second and said, ‘You can bring him here, you know. Let him stay. Then you won’t have to always go home and check on him.’ ‘Did you just ask my cat to move in with you?’ ‘Yep. Run it by Freddy. Let him know my offer. Tell him I have more space and I serve.