"Upstairs, quick," he gasped.Angie turned and started mounting the stairs, skirt still bunched up, showing the tops of her stockings and the sheer pan...ies that she wouldn't be wearing for much longer. She unbuttoned her blouse as she went.By the time they reached the bedroom, Angie's blouse was fully open, revealing her large tits and thrusting nipples. She shucked it off of her shoulders, then removed her skirt and panties, leaving her dressed only in stockings and suspender belt.Ian,. Look you can see the bit of green.” She was right. In the midst of the prevailing grey and brown there was a splash of green extending away from the rocks to disappear about a hundred metres from them. “There always seems to be the trickle of water, even in the worst drought,” she went on. “God knows how it keeps going.” “You know about this place then?” She paused before replying, and then said, “Yes, I know about it, used to come here with my dad when I was a kid. He runs a pastoral lease and. I had no real experience being friendly with older women in person. What should I say? Should I be forward? Should I talk dirty? I was genuinely scared but little did I know Sue had the evening planned to a tee.I finally mustered the courage to knock the door and was met by this gorgeous redhead in a pink silk robe. She invited me in with a devious smile and no sooner had she closed the door, she pressed me against the wall and forced her tongue into my mouth. I responded in kind and it felt so. I guess that makes sense. After leaving a titty bar where the only rule is “look and be touched, but don’t touch”, it made sense to get a fix and a hit right after you left. I was just walking past my own personal favourite strip joint when three men walked out. I guess they thought I was a street walker in my six-inch heels and short skirt because I was immediately grabbed ahold of. “Lookie, here boys! This one’s come to us. We don’t even have to hunt!” This came from the one who held me.