When I did wrestle myself to my feet, I found my short floral print dress flung over a wire fence, and thankfully it had hooked on and not blown away,...otherwise I had to go back to my flat naked.At 5' 10" I stood out, everything about me attracted men, young and outlandish, liberated and in a mental fight with society, always receding to the booze, and popular with the men around me, who plied me with plenty, before guiding me down into the basement toilets to act out their sexual frustrations,. She leaned forward from the waist allowing her ass to push back against my cock as I continued to wash her hair. Had any other woman done that, I would have thought it an invitation to sex.But, Cathy was not any woman. Cathy was a woman who loved her power. I believed she was trying to soften my resolve by hardening my cock. I kept my voice neutral.“Why is it so important?”Now, you might think that was a silly question but I needed to ask. I was very much wrestling with my own power problems. “Definitely,” she replied, “ and I think you like his cock too!”“Please, Mrs. D,” she pleaded, her fingers caressing my breasts, teasing my nipples through my bra.My resolve was rapidly dissipating, I lifted my face towards her and we kissed; tentatively at first and then with increasing passion, our tongues touching. Sara didn’t need any tutoring on how to kiss!Any final thread of common sense was now gone, the allure of exploring her lithe young body again too compelling. Breaking our kiss, I. She said that might happen. I said try and make it happen. I got busy watching TV and then next thing I know Andrea is asking if she looking OK. She was wearing a pair of loose nylon shorts that left the bottom half of her ass cheeks bare and a crop tank top. Her hard nipples stood up proudly. Her dark tan made the light colored clothing really stand out. She slipped on a pair of stacked cork heel sandals as I said if that don't get your eggs scrambled nothing will. As she headed out the door.