They’re trying to bond.” She said it as if it was a slightly exotic concept.This sounded good. “Excellent,” I said.Mrs Hotter gave a weird lit...le smile. “You can enter through the back door,” she said. I was so still so innocent in certain respects that the double entendre passed me by entirely.As you can imagine, the three days couldn’t pass quickly enough for me. Every moment when I wasn’t forced to think of something else, I thought of Mrs Hotter. The magazine she’d given me still excited me. She’s a slut like me, and she needs someone to provide for her and love her the way a Goddess deserves to be loved. You seem financially able to do that. Now the question is, do you have what it takes to love and honor a slut?” I don’t know how many men would entertain such an idea. I was intrigued and excited, but also unsure if it would be for me. “So, she’s single now?” I asked, probably because I didn’t know what else to say. “She is pretending to love the guy she lives with. He’s. I just eased my hands all the way under her shirt and rubbed her breasts on top of her bra. She closed her eyes and smiled. Moving my hands back down, I eased her shirt over her head then slowly removed her bra. Her thick brown nipples were hard as rocks on top of her B cup breasts. I leaned in and kissed each nipple, sucking them one by one into my mouth and rolling my tongue around them. She reached behind me and pulled my shirt off. The sensation of my bare chest touching her breasts turned. Coline smiled too but even more, knowing thatJohn was a woman not so long ago.In a last kiss, the two lovers gently fell asleep, Coline nestled inJohn's arms.They spent the end of the day as well, making either love or hugs.During the day, Coline choose sexy outfits from her dressing, to exciteJohn. But Coline was more excited also because she had always dreamed ofdoing this.The next day, John return to his house to take all he needed to livewith Coline in her house. This was indeed simpler.