Once back at my place, we went up the stairs to my bed and lay back and started making out. We just kissed and kissed some more. I’m sure we could h...ve competed for some sort of record as all we did for ages was kiss. Finally, we pulled away from each other, for just a minute so we could undress to our underwear. She wore comfortable cotton undies and I wore my usual boxers. I pulled the bedsheets over us and soon we were both in dreamland.I awoke early the next morning and made us omelettes. This time I have a bit more freedom and can slowly open your lips with my fingers – just as I do that I ask how long have you lived in this area – you seem unable to talk but hubby says, without turning round, ‘a few years’. You look at me with open wide open eyes but I just wink and smile back. By now my fingers are working overtime and are inside and outside your panties, probing you, fingering you, stroking your clit – you are struggling to stop moaning. It is not the most sophisticated. She sobbed she was embarrassed and felt vulnerable and violated and it hurt, she could feel the redness growing. She had not been spanked since she was a little girl. And that was by her uncle. Funny she seemed to remember the hardness that she felt now growing harder with each passing of his hand. He stood her up watching her panties slip to the floor. He told her to take of the bra, and to step closer. Standing there in front of him her breasts heaving her nipples hard she felt strangely. When she got home in the evening she received a delivery of flowers with a card simply signed, ‘Brad.’ This both thrilled her and upset her at the same time. She was elated that he’d thought of her but at the same time she was upset at herself for enjoying such a stale tactic. Latter when the phone rang she raced to answer it hoping it would be Brad. She instructed herself to remain calm and aloof but as soon as she heard his voice, she felt like a schoolgirl. He asked for another date and.