“Well, I’m certainly no saint,” I agreed.“That’s a good thing cause I’m not a good catholic these days,” she said.“That sounds promisi...g,” I suggested.“I’m not searching for a boyfriend. My husband and I are separated. Sandy and I live alone and I like it that way,” she explained.“Maurine and I are just friends,” I explained.“So you fuck all your friends?” she asked for shock value.“Not all of them,” I said. “Just the women.”“I have a feeling that Lucinda wouldn’t mind being one of your. They found a table and settled down. Stan wasn’t much of a wine drinker, but Anne spotted a Meursault on the menu and asked for that. Wine and glasses were brought over. The lovely white burgundy was cool and refreshing. Both sipped appreciatively. Neither spoke for a while. They were each seeking the right way to start the conversation, but neither could actually do it – both were responders, rather than instigators. Finally, Anne smiled and said, ‘This is silly. We’re like two tongue-tied. Her waist thickened, and she lost the soft feminine curve to her hips. The muscles corded on her legs. She looked down and saw something else, something growing pushing out her panties, pushing out the front of her dress. Her - no, his erection, if he'd measured it, was over eight inches long.Kathy now had a square manly jaw with just a trace of stubble. His nose was a bit larger, and his eyebrows had grown bushy. The mousy brown hair that had hung down to _her_ shoulders was now a mass of dark. Wo jab darwaja kholi to bohot sexy lag rahi thi. Phir main andar gaya aur hum dono ne baat ki . Main unki aankho main aur wo mere aankho main dekh rahe thai. Phir wo mere paas aake baith gayi. Main kuch bolta use pehele wo mere lip ko ek kiss korke uthne lagi to main uski hath pakad ke aapni aur kich liya aur wo mere upper gir gayi aur hamara kissing suru ho gai. 10 min kissing ke baad wo woli ke cholo bed room main chalte hai. Maine ok kaha aur hum bed room main gaye. Fir meine unko pakda or.