Turning him to face away from the glass wall, she pushed him behind the partition and grabbed his face, kissing him full on the lips. She shifted a ha...d from his face to his cock and rubbed it slowly. He groaned and pushed her off before she went further. “Ok, you’ve made your point” he said, breathing hard. “I’ll get a taxi” * * * * *He pulled up outside her block at 18:50 with a cold bottle. "Come on over Rich" she motioned for me to sit across from her in one of the four chairs at the round deck table. She got up from her chase and joined me at the glass topped table. Her bare feet and manicured toes, along with her bright red nails were starting to stir some feelings. This woman oozed eroticism."Did you find us alright?" she questioned."Yes, no problem at all" I stated. "So, tell me about the party you would like to host." I queried, trying to get to the business at hand."Would. But people were always, until death, an end result in the making. People changed over time. And kept changing. Even those 'set in their ways' changed. Sometimes. She saw that the ones who refused to change were miserable and unhappy most days. With closed minds that couldn't see beyond today. To Pooty, these people were the epitome of the "He's dead, but he just don't know it yet!" saying.Or, as Pooty liked to put it, "He's alive, but he just don't know it yet!"Those that "knew it," in either. .eyeing Mom all the while with an apron on my wondering if she had ever just worn a apron. With that chore done she invited me into the living room and asked me to sit on the couch.. She sat nearly knee to knee with me perched on the hassock for Dad's big chair. “We need to get caught up,” she said. “On what,” I asked. “On our journey to what we did the other night, it happened so quickly after a pretty long dry spell. You need to tell me about when you started you interest in me in a sexual.