Then of course they had to figure out the order of decent down those stairs. After that they were all talking about going down topless, or nude, or ju...t lifting their blouses for me. They talked about dropping their shorts and mooning the camera. I figured that they were all talk but then again I was hoping for something good, especially if it were only Miss Amore.Miss Amore, which means love in French, was a very attractive woman in her late twenties. She was about five feet two inches tall. After a brief while and more chat, I said, "Well, you must have things to do today, too, so I should be going."A few days later, it dawned on me. Colleen was trying to seduce my 17-year-old self and I was too blind to see it! That fact haunted me forever. I would fantasize about my encounter with Colleen ending differently, masturbating furiously, dreaming of cumming inside of her instead of all over my hand.I had been having that dream again of my 17-year-old self joyously fucking the hot. The touch of his fingers sliding between the moist folds of skin was divine and she sighed gently in appreciation as he flicked against the bumpy clit. She parted her thighs more allowing him to enter her with his finger tips. Soon she was enjoying his finger fucking, her wet tunnel of love gushing in response and she grabbed his head, pushing his face into her breast. He stopped and stood upright, span her round and move her by her shoulders to the outdoor table, she lent forward against it,. She told me that her new lover was the finance director at her company a man that I had met on several occasions his name was Jerry, he was a big handsome man about Amandas own age and as he was in a relationship had made it clear to Amanda that any contact out of work could only be for sex as he enjoyed his life as it was but needed a new pussy to fuck and Amanda fitted his bill, Amanda then told me that she had said to him that she was happy with that but was going to play the field as well.