Marcia was very pleased and asked me back for supper at six.And supper was delicious. A salad, fried taters and onions, and a t-bone steak. Soft piano...music could be heard and the lighting was low. Marcia was surprised I knew of Chopin's works.A Baldwin grand sat in her parlor and I played her a few pieces. But she had ideas of playing a different tune.She was on the sofa with her blouse and bra off as well as her gold square glasses with those sexy half-moons and pearl styled eyeglass chain. I. "Nope," she laughed, "So spill. What's going on?" "I don't know how to talk about this," I informed her, feeling a blush break out across my face. "So it's about sex," she laughed, nudging my shoulder with her own. "What?" I asked quickly, my heart jumping to my chest. "What makes you say that?" "The look on your face right now," she answered with another laugh. "So spill. What's going on Chloe?" "I have been thinking about having it," I informed her, before nervously blurting out all my. Calmly I flicked through the pictures of vibrators and latex vaginas and eventually asked if I was getting this right, that he was a sales rep for sex toys. “Yep, and it pays well” he said. I was beginning to have kinky thoughts and had started to get an erection. Which Ken must have noticed as he came towards me and suddenly put his arms around my shoulders and gave me a passionate kiss and forced his tongue onto mine. Initially I responded with shock as he was much taller than me. I had that. She hadn’t mentioned it since that afternoon. But today was the end of my two weeks of reflection, it was Friday and I had thought about nothing but getting her back into my bed. I also had one other thing on my mind. After we had sex, Nicky had mentioned her strap-on. I made a joke about her wanting to fuck me and her exact words were “Lexi, I am going to fuck your hot little pussy till you beg me to stop, you can count on that”. Two weeks later and I still got me goose bumps as I.