I grabbed a wrist and pulled her into my lap. Soon I had a decent amount of tongue in her mouth and had a good sized pinch of side fat off her ribs in...between my thumb and forefinger. I knew she'd remember how painful that could be, I pulled away and for John's benefit I casually asked, "Say you wouldn't mind taking off your shirt and showing us your boobs, would you?" I further punctuated that with a little pressure from that pinch."No, If that's what you'd like, Paul", and she went into that. I went to the medicine chest and handed her a new tube of toothpaste, a new toothbrush and a travel bottle of mouthwash. I sat and peed while she freshened up and then I did the same. There was a double sink so we each had one. I noticed her in the mirror looking at her self. She had a nice hickey by her right nipple and another small one on the side of her neck.I had a small one on the side of my neck. I didn't remember that happening; it must have been good.Jen looked at me, smiled and said,. At 35 her D-cup tits didn’t have much sag and despite having two children, her stomach was pretty firm thanks to lots of work at the gym. She also still had those killer legs that seemed to go on forever and although her ass was not as tight as it used to be, most women her age would be jealous. So she passed the time by studying the cue cards and her (few) prepared lines.When her nervous daughters entered the room they were each wearing a camisole that just barely covered their breasts and a. I thought I would never meet her, as she would go to her husband in a month’s time, so I took it easy. We had become good friends meanwhile. One fine day she pinged me saying that she wants to meet up. She confirmed whether this was my profession and hoped that this is not paid sex. She didn’t want a professional gigolo or something. I assured her about it and replied saying that we can meet at a coffee shop. She did not agree as she could not leave her child alone. I said that it would be.