." But this is different." Very. It's you." Yeah." She placed her fingers on the back of the hand that was slowly caressing her knee, tracing them up ...nd down my skin. "So pretend it's not me, then." What?" Pretend it's not me and do what you would do then."I understood but the only thing I could think was what I said next, "If I've got you, why would I ever want to think of someone else?"Thuy turned around to face me, straddling my body, her eyes shimmering in the flickering light of the TV.. I decided that evening, after going back to the Hotel I had been kindly put up in by the company, that the next day I would do as little work as possible. I would make up some bullshit excuse to get me out of the meetings and postpone them for a day or so, maybe even half a day. I just wanted proper sleep and time to relax. I was also incredibly horny. It was quite a shock to my system to go from my prior sex-fueled, club crawling lifestyle, to be sitting in board rooms and conference rooms all. .. You know, you're much younger than me, for instance."She almost stopped dancing, but her pressure against him was intensifying."Oh, I like the idea of an age gap between a man and woman. Don't you like younger women?"'Is this really a come-on? She really IS flirting with me!' "Well, I suppose, in fantasy; but reality is, I don't think younger women can be attracted to many of us older men. I see the girls in my classes, and they seem to like the young, buff guys."She began to move, again.. She also watched his dick push further forward in his pants. She definitely was having an effect on a man. She liked what she saw. Now, how to get her hands, mouth, or pussy on or around it. When they got back into the car Marty suggested they wear their seat belts because she intended to put the little hot rod through it’s paces. ‘I don’t want to lose you on one of the curves,’ she told Les. They both buckled up and Les reached into Marty’s lap and tugged at the belt as if he was trying to.