Did I see disappointment cross her face? She said nothing.“Well?” I asked quite gently, “What are you going to do?”She flinched. “Er, I – ... don’t know...”“Have you eaten?” I asked. She relaxed, the tension draining out of her.“No.”“Would you like to go for a meal? I promise not to mention ... that topic.” I smiled. She smiled.“Yes, I’d like that.”“Well,” I said, “I booked a table at Orchards for seven. I don’t mean people – seven o’clock. I was going to eat there regardless, though I would have. As planned, I reached the place and even though it was planned, my heart was racing like fuck.She came out and welcomed me in. She closed the door and gave me a tight hug for like 2 minutes where I started to touch her butt in a playful way. The south Indian milf let out a soft moan and smiled. She was wearing a crisp saree which was a perfect turn-on! All the things I imagined were happening. A hygiene freak with subtle body mist and a cute smile with a hot perfect dusky milf woman wearing a. Lucy carefully kept count of the number of times she landed the thick wooden paddle hairbrush on Emma‘s bottom, knowing that she had settled upon thirty spanks on each bottom cheek. Of course, she realised all too clearly that whilst her hand stung slightly when she used her hand to spank Emma, although it didn’t sting anywhere near as much as Emma‘s bottom would be stinging, but when she used the hairbrush her hand wasn’t stinging at all yet Emma’s bottom cheeks will have been stinging far far. They both ordered Black Russians to drink. After some small talk and a few sips of their drinks Scott leaned over and gave Cathy a kiss on the cheek saying he was really happy they met. Cathy turned and gave Scott a wet kiss in the lips whispering she was feeling very welcomed in her new city (Boston). Cathy was so turned on. She knew he was interested but she didn’t want to be too aggressive. By now Scott knew he had lost any control of his cock. He was horny as hell. He kissed her back with.