” “I call it ‘Slutty Sunday-School Teacher’,” Belinda said, smiling at me in the mirror. “You still have time for that nervous wee. I’ll...go watch for Kev.” I turned to face her and felt a lump rising in my throat. I was so excited about seeing Kevin again and so thankful for the way Belinda was playing mother-hen; all of the urgency and emotion was building inside me and coming to a head. I wanted to thank her but I would probably start crying, so I just hugged her instead. “Thank you,” I. We again cleaned ourselves. She wore her dress & thanked me again and left my house immediately. I could not believe my luck. I was in the heaven, as I had great sex. After reaching her home, she telephoned me and again said thanks. She requested me to keep this as a secret and promised me more in the near future at the first possible opportunity. I replied that it is my pleasure to have her, and gave my consent to anytime meeting. We have continued our relationship until date.Now I have. ." Megan kept at it for over ten minutes, pushing andpushing until I finally agreed to go get my hair cut...just to get some peace and quiet if nothing else. She was abit like her mother that way. As left the house though, I reluctantly handed Meganthe keys, "You drive..." Of course, I could have done the driving, even with my license out of date... but I didn't want to take thechance in case I got pulled over again. I'd mentionedwanting to go take care of that the night before afterBrenda had. She has a curvy hourglass figure, firm breasts that just beg to be fondled and a tight ass. Often when she's out walking her little dog she'll stop over and talk. The conversation is usually about nothing in particular but since both of us own dogs, it's a convenient excuse to come over and chat.When I'm home alone (my wife works evenings as a nurse supervisor)she will often stop over and chat. When she does she seems to take every opportunity to give me a long, lingering down blouse look at.