Actually, we had a great time discussing different scenarios. I guess guys are natural exhibitionists, because he came up with some really wild stuff....Anyway, Jeff called me last Sunday to say he was going to San Francisco on a job. He works as a structural engineer, and his company does ‘stress analysis’ on buildings. The trip this time was to do an analysis on the old Market Haversad building in San Francisco. Jeff and two others from his firm were going to the site, and would be. After a few steps, the car beeped flashed its lights twice and went silent. The joys of auto door locking.Elaine could almost hear her libido growling in her ear, wanting lots of lovely passionate sex.Through a large set of oak doors was the reception desk, behind which a short woman with a gentle sun-kissed tan dressed in the regulation hotel uniform, white blouse, grey pencil skirt, navy blazer with shiny brass buttons. She looked in her late thirties with bottle-blonde hair that tied back. "And this is a good one." Different than yours?" I asked."I try to keep some green onions around, chop 'em up and put 'em in near the end of cooking," he said."I do that too, but I didn't have any." I made a mental note adding another item to the shopping list for the week's supplies.We didn't have leftovers this time. A cook likes that.Monday morning Dan and I were up at seven and on the road to the campus to meet Mizz Patel at her office at nine."Good morning, Nikki," she said when we showed. "A lot wetter and a slightly different taste. Going down on a woman is something I really enjoy doing. I could stay down there for ages." I said to her.There was a silence for a few minutes. We were lying next to each other staring at the ceiling. I let my hand wander over to rest on her pussy mound and she copied me and put her hand over to my erect cock. We lay there gently stroking each other."Would you like me to go down on you?" Sarah suddenly said, a-matter-of-factly.The question flashed.