She was a receptacle for me, a cum receptacle. She did the work for me so I didn't have to use my hand to jack off. Every Friday night, every Saturday...night, and one time on a Sunday afternoon, we managed to meet somewhere to jump each other's bones. I ate her out, she gave me head, I fucked her or she fucked me. But there was no feeling of affection there, no inclinations of romantic attachment, no murmurs of love afterward from me. Animal instinct took over as soon as I felt her tits, or she. The bodice was cut low to mid bust line where the zip started and the zipper had been adjusted down almost to the navel to show the slight swellings of the small breasted model. It was also left partially unzipped on the skirt. The mirrored wall in the window reflected the view from the back which showed the dress was scooped quite low in the back as well. It looked stunning and Dave wasted no time in encouraging me to try it on.Entering the shop, we were greeted by a young lady who soon found. It looked like a pile of water shimmering in the middle of the floor. The watery looking substance started to take the outline of a human. As the form continued to take shape, Roy stood as if his feet were welded to the floor. After about a minute the form had been fully formed and the watery appearance disappeared. Standing before him was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen. She appeared to be asleep. He walked over to her and stared. She had a perfect figure. This was the woman. She lives in one story house, Yard looks adequately kept, looks like she lives on a couple acres of land, no neighbors close by. I walk to her car, open the door, she swings one leg out and gives me another panty flash, I tried to not look, I grab her hand and help her out of the car. Walk her to the door, she unlocks and I take her in and sit her down in her chair. I notice it is a lift chair. I get her back down and walk out to her car pop the trunk and take her groceries int the kitchen. I.