Dinner and…maybe.’ He smiled and took a sip of his soda. Just then, the service bell rang, announcing his burger and fries were ready. She was bac... in a minute. ‘Deon…’ ‘Monday, Donna. Dinner, study, and…we’ll see, okay?’ Against her every inclination, she heard herself agree. She was also feeling something new to her, her vagina was leaking fluid, and she felt like she needed to have an orgasm. A frequent self-pleasurer, she knew the feeling, but it usually occurred only after she had been. To her disgust she could feel his erection pressing against her hips. She resigned herself to what was going to happen. Maybe, she thought, if she gave him something he’d stop. “Can I wash up first,” she said, tears starting in her eyes. “Sure,” Casey said, “but first I want a little preview.” He leaned in to kiss her. “Please.” She moved her head away. He grabbed the back of her head tightening his hold hard enough to hurt her. “You can get washed up after I get a little preview.” He. She decided that her vibrator could wait a short while but she would undress and slip on her kaftan and stockings and belt. She had been horny at work she noticed her underwear was wet and she needed some release. It was rare for her to have male company and the privacy for sex did not exist as she spent most of her time with her son, at home and in social groups and summer schools and activities. In fact she seemed to know more gay men than straight!So feeling not only her curiosity aroused. She comes across to the massage table at which time I suggest that we start with her sitting on the end edge of the table (with her legs dangling over the edge).She sits on the edge of the table and I stand close to her (between her spread thighs). My hardening cock is at the same level as her pussy (which is hiding behind her very hairy and fluffy bush). My hands reach out and grasp her delicious tits - feeling their firmness. My hands wander all over her tits - tweaking her nipples to bring.