“Hows That!?” She says. I reply with a mumble from shock, very nice. Take a closer look she says. Getting closer, I can see she is also not wearin... any panties and I can feel her warmth emanating from under her dress. Slowly I get closer. Sliding my hand up her legs I feel her soft warm skin. From under her dress there is soft yet tantalizing odor that draws me closer. My nose gently touches the edge of her cunt, the smell is over powering almost hypnotic as it pulls me closer. I kiss the. He slipped off her shoes and began running his hands over her feet.“That’s very nice of you to say,” she said. “I don’t know. I spend so much time in makeup. At my age, I think it has more to do with how they can make me look than anything else.”“Not at all,” he replied. “I have no doubt that guys of all ages are ogling you every day.”“That feels nice, David. Are you going to actually massage my feet, or what?”He began rubbing and squeezing her feet more intentionally.“How’s that?” he. Motherfucker," she hissed into his ear. He was reeling with surprise, and not sure what to make of the situation. She readjusted and tightened her grip a bit to gain compliance, then lead him to their bedroom. It was more aggressive then she tended to be, but he had to admit he was enjoying it.She quickly stripped him of any remaining clothes, and ordered him to the bed. Once there, she knelt above him, removing her sheer top. The dim candles of the room flickered, casting sensual shadows over. That we’d be talking sooner or later I was certain. But just not today.****Dinner had been good. Nothing was said about my latest personal disaster. And then it was time for me to go back to my crib, the guest house. It would be kind of lonely in there now. The bed we’d done the deed in the night before still smelled of her, of woman. Man I needed that woman. She’d been enough for me. Now I didn’t have her. I wonder if she was thinking of me. I had to think she was, but who knew.Abigail decided.