Unfortunately she could not make it, so I started to send her these stories of how I envision our weekend would be like if we had been able to get tog...ther. After sharing these stories with her, she told me I should publish them as they really turned her on. So…I hope you enjoy. I start to dream of what a weekend in Vegas with you would be like. Of course we are laughing, playing, drinking, dining, and just acting like teenagers while people stare at us thinking…aren't they too old to be. ”“It seems to be working,” I said, as they were both pretty slim with nice legs.“What about you?” Betty asked, “Do you come to build muscle?”“That’s the intention, but I seem to have a hit a block lately,” I said somewhat despondently.“You look good,” said Jean-Louis, “don’t you think so, Sweetheart?”“Absolutely!” she said enthusiastically, “do you do it for the girls?”“No,” I said, as if the thought had never crossed my mind.“Really?” She took my left bicep in her hand and squeezed it. “Go. This Is a very very nice view” I say as I reach over to the 9inch. Might as well get the party started. I insert it inside me as she plays with herself, looking at me as I come up to her she reaches over to play with my tits and kisses me’God, I love a woman that can give it” Come on baby, give me a good fuck!’ As she said that I come up to her rubbing the head of the strap on. I tease the head keep teasing it over and over and over and over flicking that clit slide the tip just enough for it. But ... my dear help in anxious days had a solution. It is the woman I like very much now. We know each other from a website, we have never met, but we share the most beautiful things, let me call them Joan. She advised me to invite her to my house to talk to her. I put on the sexy shoes and went to her the next day. She was home alone.She told me that her husband often traveled to work for days. When asked if she would like to have lunch with me, she colored herself a little. I told her that.