He was about speak but she beat him to it, “ Hello, I’m Sheba,” she said with that smirk playing across her lips as she motioned for him to sit ...ext to her at the small table, “You looked rather lonely over there!”“Well yes; thank you.”“What’s your name?” Sheba asked.“Clive.” he answered, the deceased George Bakewell was my Uncle on my mother’s side.”“How’s your mother keeping Clive?”“She don’t travel so well these days, that’s why she got me to make the journey here.”“You’ve no older brother. Nothing like that. It might cause a scene, and besides, I know you feel you should protect me and all, but I’m capable of handling situations like this.”I saw her shudder and wondered what was going on. Then she giggled into a napkin and I had to ask her what was so funny.“I’m afraid it’s me, Howard.” She was trying to keep a straight face but couldn’t, “All those vibrant young men over there ogling me. I can’t tell you how hot it’s made me.”She pulled a compact and a tube of lipstick out of. He unbuttoned the front of his shirt and let it fall to the sides so that I had a full frontal view. Then he pulled his jockey shorts down, letting them join his pants on the floor.I was amazed at the huge erect cock that waved before me. The man began to stroke himself as I looked on. Still standing up, I held my legs apart, opened the lips of my tender pussy to expose the moist pink flesh and massaged my tiny clit. We watched each other masturbate for a minute or so before the man took the. .washroom.....I'd go down there and wait for him......we'd go in and lock the door, we'd kiss for a bit and I pulled up my top and bra and he felt and sucked my tits....then he took his pants down and I gave his dick a good sucking, then I'd pull my skirt up or take my pants off, depending on what I was wearing, and he'd bend me over the sink and fuck me.....when he had more time and no one would miss him for awhile, we took everything off and he sat on the toilet, and I got on and rode.