That night, she reflected on the encounter, and did her best to remember the man she had seen. She hadn't payed enough attention she realised. She cou...d only remember his form, taller, maybe six foot two or so. He had short hair, his eyes were a hard brown and he had a soft but distant smile. For the first time in a long time she masturbated, not with thoughts of depravity, but thoughts of the bakers strong kind arms drawing her up. In her mind she saw him holding her, entering her, and making. "I'm really glad to see you and I don't care who sees how much that I am. Not now, and no more."We left the exposure of the lobby anyway. She led me to a shaded spot that had room to sit with the spray of a fountain drowning out the noise of the workplace around us."How are you now, really?" I asked as I took her hand again."I'm fine, Alex. I was just too emotional there. I thought before of what I'd do if we saw each other again, but that all left my mind as soon as you were in front of me.". It was thick, the head was smooth, and the shaft was rugged and had vein pulsating through it. The size was nice too about 8 inches. Dalila felt herself getting moist just staring at the image. What was she doing this was so unlike her, She was no virgin but felt she was very modest about sex and sexuality compared to her friends, who were certified freaks in my book. Now this complete stranger had brought this strange flirtatious behavior. “I’m just bored.” she stated to herself “I will just. He was standing to attention by then and she gently rubbed and stroked it until he thought he was going to explode. He lay her down on the Lounge and pulled up her nightgown. “Actually Mom, as much as I love this, I think it can come right off.” He sat her up again and dragged it over her head. “That’s much better.” He continued to concentrate on her breasts but with his spare hand he felt her body down to the pubic area. His middle finger lightly touched the top of her clit and she jumped..