I’m not a social hound but do attend a local progressive church about half the time. There are some interesting topics on Sundays and even weekday s...udy groups. The local women have given up enticing me to ask them out but I didn’t mention that.We sat on the covered front porch after returning to watch the moon come up and enjoy some Gran Marnier on ice cream. Then to bed after tossing out some birthday ideas but making no firm decisions.Terri, short for Teresa, came in to kiss me goodnight.. There's nothing to be afraid off. A lot of of young women your age having anal sex." Standing up, he walked over to me, kissed me on the forehead, and lead me to the couch in his office. Then he poured us both a rum and coke and sat down next to me. "Relax Meg, it'll be alright. You can do this, you need to do this" as he slipped his hand to my knee. I gasped at the touch. We began kissing... his hand squeezing me knee... sliding up from my knee .... beginning to unbotton my. I could feel it all building as my hand became covered in he pussy juice. It was building an building and I could feel it coming. She was going to burst any second and the driver knew it to. Then with an all might roar she let out a moan of pure desire as she came with wave after wave of pleasure. When she had finally got back up and we both composed ourselves we didn't even realise we had been out the front of her house for about 10 minutes. I went to pay the driver but he refused and. She pulled back again and reached a small hand to grasp him, she squeezed and sure enough a jewel appeared from the little slit, as per the book. And, as per the story she leaned forward and took it with her tongue-tip. She closed her mouth and tasted, sweet and salty. The inside of her pussy seemed to convulse, an involuntary clenching as body and brain reacted. God! She was in a hotel room, licking a man’s cock, she giggled.“Giggling at my cock isn’t in the book,” he told her.She knew that of.