She faced away from Danny and I, and I could feel her worry so I turned over and scooted up behind her and thought to her. I asked. She was both upset...and sad at the same time. I tried to say. Sara started. I said. I asked.I could feel her emotions spilling forth as Sara continued. I could feel her emotions change to warmth and family. Sara tried to explain. I mentioned. She thought to me.I scooted closer to hug her, my breasts pressed against her back side, and instead of my arm going under. The hubby said yes, so I got dressed up, did the hair and make up thing, and on my way to the bar I went. I took me a wee bit of driving around to find him, but find him I did! Finally! I was meeting the sexy voice on the phone. He was taller than me, about six foot one. Shaved blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes and a smile to make your heart melt. Dressed in tight fitting jeans and an Abercrombie shirt, he led me to a table, pulled out the chair and asked me to sit with him. He then made his way. Within a day I had rented a large furnished room which was part of a huge flat inside a 17th century townhouse in the centre of a medium sized Southern German city. The old lady who owned the house rented the flats room by room, thereby increasing her income considerably. But the room was appealing, with a high ceiling and an ancient wooden floor. It was a Friday and I planned to move in on the following Monday, a friend could loan me a station wagon to move my few belongings into my new home.I. She undressed right in front of me. This woman had a banging body! Pert "C" cup tities, flat stomach, to die for ass. And the cutest little pussy I had ever seen. Not too hairy and pout little lips. I got hard just looking at it. She laid face down on the table. Her husband sat naked in a chair watching as I started my massage. She was drinking wine and after some time her husband came over and started to play with her pussy as I massaged her. The smell of the candles mixed with Dora's pussy.