I had some herbal tea and she, my doctor, allowed it. We drank, talked some more, and flirted. Well, she flirted with me. I hadn't the nerve to recipr...cate. We, she really, made a date for us for the following Saturday. We would be spending the day at her house. We'd talked and shared and learned a lot about each other that night. She wasn't married, but had been some twenty years earlier. She was forty-eight and looking. She was very straight up about it. This was definitely a no nonsense. . I kind of liked it, you taking control, in my dream. It was like I could do whatever you told me, and I wouldn't be responsible, because you were making me do it. You know, because I somehow couldn't avoid doing what you were telling me. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" This last in a hopeful sort of tone."I think so. Sounds like you are saying that you are free to do whatever you want, sexually, if someone else is requiring that you do these things. So, if there is something you. I couldn’t resist slipping my fingers into her. She pressed her pelvis down on to my fingers and ground against them.Leaning forward she kissed me, long and hard. She then roughly bit my lips. Leaning back she ripped open my shirt and grabbed at my belt buckle, quickly undoing my jeans, standing, she pulled them off me and threw them aside. She pushed an ottoman against the couch and knelt on it, in front of me, taking my cock in her hand. She looked through her wavy tresses and said to me,. And I pushed. And I pulled out.I moved my fingers along the inside of her lips. I felt her clit. And I felt her gasp. I started touching it. And within minutes I felt her whole body shaking, her whole body trembling and she was gasping, moaning and dripping wet all over my hands.After a couple of minutes, Shannon fell backward on the living room floor."Sweet fucking Jesus, I have never felt something like that," Shannon said.I just smiled.She was laying on her back. I was on my side, staring at.