Her stories were so hot that I forgot that I was talking to my wife. Her experiences during our separation had definitely made up for lost time. My pa...tying and fucking did not compare to her adventures. I could tell that she was getting hot again, just from telling me her story, so I asked her if she wanted to go to my apartment and show me some more of her new talents. Based on her stories, I should have guessed she had already made plans for a Friday night, but I was so caught up in her. She was a pretty girl. A very light strawberry blonde with green eyes. Puberty had caused all the men at the golf course, her daddies clients, to take notice of her. Petite at 5 foot 5 with perky little tits, she had no shortage of horny old men who wanted to perve on her as they played their 18 holes of golf. A fact she exploited considerably to make easily double the going rate for caddies at the club and with nearly twice the number of requests as any of the other exclusively male. What did you say?” She said, releasing my arm.“I said you didn’t fancy going with your friends and making a night of it.” I replied, gesturing with my glass at the road outside.“Not really.” She answered.“Well I suppose it is a ‘school night’ for most.” I acknowledged.“Oh hardly, I’m a Social Sciences lecturer at Imperial College, and I’m on my summer break. They’re also lecturers at one or another establishment here in the city. I just didn’t fancy making a night of it with Malcolm.” I guessed. She looked into his face.'God. How black he is. His skin is like polished coal. And his lips so thick and... ' Elizabeth felt an onrush of moist heat. ' Yes. Yes', she stammered, 'I'm fine. Absolutely. It was so kind of you... I... ' She ran out of words.' It is my pleasure. I enjoy standing. I sit all day. You know, ' he bent further down. His face was only a few inches from her upturned one, ' if you were to get on the bus two stops before the one you were at tonight - that's where I get on -.