We sat in the front seat of my Porsche and talked. She'd married Robert Kenyon, who was the love of her life, the only boy she ever had, and all that....I remembered the name. He was the reason she wouldn't date me in college.I could tell she was ready to talk about what she really wanted to talk about. She was quivering when she said, "One of the girls at the office told me you're a gigolo." I admitted it was true. "Good," she said with a smile. "I'd like to hire you to have sex with me." You. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy her touch, her fingers sliding easily over his shaft, her nails dragging across his cock head, inhaling sharply at her exhilarating touch."Drink some more," she told him, raising the glass to his mouth and tilting it so he had to drink. He emptied the glass which she took from him then ran a thumb across his lips. He kissed it and she smiled."Come with me," she said, taking his hand and ignoring his bouncing dick. She took him back to their bedroom and. She needed me more than I did her, and I was joyful to be her rock. Now, I am the needful one, the little girl who is stinging from her first hard crush, the emotional one. And this self-confident and strong woman is in control walking me through a very gentle letdown - because she is absolutely the most caring and decent woman. She told me that she has also been here in this painful unknown place of need. She also said the same thing about the hormones, and especially the second year. . “Really? What sort of a treat?” he asked, playing dumb. “Oh, Billy, don’t be dense.” she said. “What sort of a treat would you want?” She batted her eyes and licked her lips again, even more suggestively this time. She teased her lips with one finger and stared right down at his crotch. “Gee, I don’t know, Cindy. Why don’t you give me a hint?” “Okay, Billy, but I can’t just say it; let me whisper it in your ear.” she said, leaning closer to him. He leaned over towards her, too, and got a nice.