She knows what's she's doing. She knows how to get what she wants.”“ You want to take me with you, don't you?”“Are you trying to seduce me?”...Her leg was moving up and down, rubbing my throbbing cock.“Yes.” She smiled then moved her leg away and started stroking my hard cock with her hand.“You're bad.” I looked into her eyes and saw the coy, playful smile on her lips.“I know. Do I surprise you?”I chuckled. “Yes and no. I knew underneath your shy, frightened, good girl appearance was a passionate. I took this as a compliment and hugging her gave her a peck on the cheek.The door bell rang another parcel I thought. I put on a robe and padded down stairs, yes another parcel this time from Anne Summers. I was pleased as I thought this was most important.I floated back upstairs to find Margaret gulping her gin and tonic, I walked over and kissed her cheek. Easy tiger I said. She hugged my waist. She stood up and as a women in her late 50's early 60's she looked stunning. Just a little. .and then the next...and then on the weekend.She didn't seem to care about the fact you weren't wealthy, weren't sophisticated or educated, didn't have a flash car, and that you worked as a garbage truck driver. If anything these things seemed to interest her more than they turned her off. You learn that she is a lawyer for a fast growing new law firm in the city. She was driven and ambitious and you knew she spent way to much time at work. She had two adult children, twins, who were currently. The ultra-sensitive nubs, inside and outside, bouncing electric shocks back and forth until they crash in an explosion that almost cripples me.For a moment, I feel that way … crippled … unable to move, to breath, to think. My hand is nearly buried in my pussy with my back arched and hips raised. My body shakes and trembles. Seconds seem like an eternity, a magnificent, wonderful, glorious, astonishing moment that held no earthly bounds.When my breath came back with a gasp, my body crashed to.