She fumbled with her pocket book getting the phone out. It was her husband Tom. "I'm sorry, something came up and I have to go to Baltimore immediatel.... I don't have time to go home to pack." She heard him say."But Tom, we planed this time together, can't someone else go?" Sandy pleaded"I wish someone could, I wanted to be with you today, but I must go. I'll be home sometime tomorrow. Good-by." She heard him say before he hung up.Putting her phone back into her pocket book, she returned her. My large diamond netted stocking, gave me that slutiness, that appealed to both men and women, but most importantly, my age and demeanour, was my biggest asset, how could he not want to.I knocked his door and listened, my face in front of his spy-hole, he needed to see my youthful femininity, and want to admit me, and if he did, then he was in the mood.I could hear him cough as he shuffled to the door, then silence, as he peered through the glass peep hole, I standing back knowing he would be. I could tell by his kiss and the way he way breathing that he was getting a little more worked up. My hand found his cock bulging beneath the fabric of his jeans and I began to gently rub it through the cloth. As his cock grew hard I also became more heated in my intent. I found his zipper and unzipped his jeans, reached in and pulled his hard cock out into the open. He sat back in his seat, leaned his head back and softly moaned as I stroked his hard cock.Mike was a big guy, 6’4 and. One even tried to sell my body to his friend.I'm sharing all this because I do feel a strong connection between us. I trust you because you are tolerant and non judgemental. I appreciate you helping with my improvement project.You make me feel that I'm beautiful inside and out. You value my intelligence, my independence and my uniqueness. In short, you value ME.Unlike with my spouse, I feel a strong connection because you make up those parts which have been missing from all my other.