He ran his tongue hotly up the full length of it, from the tightly-closed anal opening up over the fluted pink ridges of her pussy until it grazed the...tiny nub of her clitoris at the top of her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the silky softness of the hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the young silken haired girl's widespread legs, pausing sometimes to curl its way deep inside her. She winced automatically, squirming under the. ‘Jess, what are you going to do today’? I said aloud as I exited the shower that morning. ‘It is your birthday you know ‘, I continued as if I were having a psychsophrenic moment. The tall mirror at the end of the bathroom revealed my body to me as it did every morning. ‘Not bad for 42…no sagging, no folds, very few wrinkles’. ‘All in all you have kept the figure in good shape’. I said this as I held my breasts up for inspection. They are not big, B+ cuppers is what they are, the ‘plus’ being. All was well until she had the misfortune to introduce me to one of her friends, her best friend as it happened. You know what happened next. Our eyes locked and I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Don't think that I am a braggart as such but I was in my early thirties myself then and I recognized lust when I saw it. She just oozed sex appealLothario I might have been but I did have a sense of dignity. So what did I do? A few days later I booked myself a two night stay in Madrid. A woman with a history of working in the sex trade, albeit supposedly unknown to me. My shorts tightened more with hope, but my mind new better. ‘She’s a client, this is work. What is her angle? What is she after?’ I muttered under my breath, until Becky returned with the pot of water. She dropped the corn in, and placed the pot on the remaining side burner. ‘Okay, is that everything?’ ‘Yup, just a matter of time, now.’ She snatched the spatula from my hand, and said, ‘Allow me,’ while bumping.