This was a game he often played with himself, and with his trained eye, he was usually able to make quite astute guesses about total strangers. So far...he'd had eleven females come in wanting to be models, and he'd psyched out every one of them before they'd told him a thing about themselves. Not that this was much to boast about, for they'd all been pretty obvious types: seventeen year old prom queens who dreamed of ending up in Hollywood, broad-hipped mother's of three who'd won a local beauty. . ...her other hand free again, she rubs her fingers over the skin glistening at the side of the opening to her pussy, scooping up her warm, and now thicker juices, dripping from here finger she pulls it over her body and to her dry mouth, rubbing her lips first before tasting and sucking the juices from her finger. She wants to taste more, her hand returns to the source of the incredible taste, scooping more juices this time in her greed to taste herself again and again. . Parking in the driveway with Rachel was something completely different. She leaned over the console and pulled me to her to kiss. One touch of her lips and I was a goner.I guess I’d always had a thing for redheads and green eyes. Rachel’s hair wasn’t that orange ginger color, but more like a dark mahogany. Her eyes were the deepest and most lovely green I’d ever seen. I couldn’t see that in the dark of the car at nearly midnight. I’d memorized it when we were together on dates or just sitting. Dressed in fine sheer white lingerie which was borderline transparent, as to leave nothing to the imagination, her legs clad in white silky holdup stockings, finished off with white stilettos. She had a lust for life, as much as she had a lust for sex. Her husband David was able to keep pace with her when he was still in his thirties. He was that little bit older than she was, so now having past fifty, his stamina was not what it used to be. David was actually the one to suggest making the sex.