“Huh. That’s strange.” For now she had to leave it alone, so she picked her things up again and made her way to work. With the roads clear, she ...as making good time. Everything looked so peaceful today; it was sunny and there was no traffic. With the clear road in front of her, her mind wandered and she started to feel aroused. It crept in as a tingle at first, then she felt warm. Her nipples hardened and she could feel herself growing wet. “I really need to get a boyfriend.” Her usual comment. As I went further in, my fingertip touched her again on the same spot that made her pussy clench and drip earlier.My index finger stroked at the smooth flesh of her smooth opening, her back door, her tiny smooth asshole. She gasped and moaned out, unable to keep the kiss going. Then she whispered: You’re so dirty, brother!Me: Didn’t you tell me to get you dirty before I bathe you?Swati: I guess it’s you, you’re making yourself dirty… Not me.She raised herself above my chest and took her right. He smelled like a chili dog. And she wasn’t attracted to him either. Janet wondered what was wrong with her. She wondered for decades, but as her birthday approached in December, she was literally a 40 year old virgin. Only a few years before, she discovered that the Homedics vibrator could be used for places the manufacturer didn’t exactly recommend. Janet didn’t care. Self-exploration had made her realize just what exactly turned her on. It was spanking and tickling. She could do that to. It was a bad mistake on my part as we shall see. We had another round, and I suspect he added some sort of d**g to the drink at the bar, as never before had I so quickly felt so drunk so suddenly, as I`m usually quite good with shnapps! After a while, (and by now time meant little to me,) ‘she’ asked if I would like to go ‘back to her place’ and ‘explore some of my worst fantasies’, which I though a brilliant idea so ‘she’ asked the barman to call her a taxi and arm in arm we staggered outside.