"And how could Nadine stand it?" she takes a little sip of wine."You know about Nadine?" I ask."I know you told me that she loves that you keep your b...dy shaved." We keep our private lives to ourselves but pillow talk extends to our sex lives, so yes you've told me about your relationship with Nadine, just as you did at the coffee shop yesterday and I have told you about my wife Jeanette," she answers."You know my male name is Jim and I know yours is Mike, but that's about as much as we know,. .." I moaned and let my head fall back, placing my hand on top of head while she flicked her tongue over my clit. She shoved two fingers into my cunt and began to slowly ease them in and out, wiggling them slightly as she went. Her free hand grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her face, really burying her tongue in my pussy. She rubbed it against my clit so fast I hardly knew what hit me when I came, my pussy squirting juice all over her hand, down her arm, and on the floor. I even noticed. In talking to Captain Jack her ghostly companion, she had discovered he was over 200 years old and that simply would not due in her present situation.No, the 25 to 35 range looked good to her because even at the bottom of the range the man would at least have enough maturity to conduct a decent conversation without reverting to the slang of the younger generation with their dismal grasp of proper grammar.Rather than go into names, she used the code of young guy A and young guy B as well as old. "No wait!" said Fiona abruptly, far more abruptly than she had meant."Please go on," she continued in a quieter tone.The old woman smiled as she turned back to the women."All women need revenge when wronged," she started as she crossed the smallshop floor towards the women."Chen woo knew that eight hundred year ago and it is still the same today,"she concluded, slightly out of breath at the exertion of walking andtalking at the same time."Chen Woo?" asked Sharon trying not to laugh. She was not.