”“Richie…” What could I say? I loved that him thinking of me like that excited him. “Maybe you can turn it back on during dessert, but no mo...e ‘til then. Deal?”“Deal. But then you still can’t make me walk out of here with wet pants.”I laughed but agreed. We had a very nice dinner, during which we were both able to dial back our arousal a few clicks. Unfortunately, he remembered that I’d told him he could resume his abuse of my libido during dessert, and he did, setting the egg throbbing again.. When I reached the top a old man sitting in the flyer looked up from the reader, “about time.”I crossed to the other side and opened the door, “so what excuse did the idiot give?”The old man laughed as he closed his door, “his clip jammed.”I shook my head as the flyer lifted, “home James.”He chuckled, “Mary is on another climb for two that got stuck on number twelve.”I closed my eyes, “does she need help?”He laughed, “nope. She just wanted to remind you that you promised to lead that class on. Soon it was up to its full 8 1/2 inches and she was bending over me sucking and stroking my cock. I slipped my hand up her dress and felt her panties and rubbed the front of her crotch and then slipping my finger under the edge of her pants and felt her wetness.She pulled away and pulled up her dress and removed her pants and sat them on the side of the bed and continued sucking and stroking as I fingered her warm wet love hole.It didn't take long for my cum to erupt into her mouth and as she. ‘Farewell,’ she said as they walked out the door. Parking had been poor, leaving the two of them with a long, silent walk to the car. For a long while, Ronald simply didn’t know what to say. Finally, he asked, ‘What…’ He paused for a long moment, the silence between them seeming to have taken on a life of its own. ‘What was it like?’ Elsie’s voice was taut. ‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ she said. THEN: ‘And how did you come to hear about my…services?’ Ms. Graves asked. Elsie looked down at.