She was left sore, weak, and shaky, like she'd been through the wringer and hung out to dry, and although he was gentle and loving with her after he c...me, she wasn't sure whether she had done something wrong.A few days later she unexpectedly got a text from him at midnight. "Come outside, I have something for you."She pulled some clothes on and went downstairs. He was waiting outside in his black Range Rover. He gestured for her to get in the back, where she was concealed by privacy glass, and. I closed my eyes and listened to Lynn trying to control her breathing. And to her barely audible mewling sounds of pleasure as I played with her cunt. Rolling the wet lips around the nub, then pulling on them slightly, then dipping my fingers in her again, to massage the ooze of the wetness into her for more lubrication. She smashed her face against my neck and sucked in breath through the pillow – unable to do anything but concentrate now on the fact that she was approaching the edge of her. On the third visit i was nervous so asked if she could do home visits from now on, she agreed. When she came into my home, she saw my giant bookshelf, the guitars and my yoga mat and immediately complimented me and called me a renaissance man. Quickly, i found we had many things in common. We both liked Tarot, we both loved music, her piano and i guitar and we loved the same yoga instructors and more! I told her my living situation of living with my ex, she laughed and said, im not supposed to. I decided to get off at the next stop, which was Holland Park, cross to the adjacent platform and get on one of the eastbound trains, back towards central London again. As I stood on the platform, I carefully adjusted my blouse so it was properly open at the top. Of course, when the next train arrived it was fairly empty, so I decided to get a seat and see if I couldn’t find someone to flash my pussy at this time. I got into the nearest carriage, and scanned quickly up and down to decide where.