“Yes, I’m a kind of banker, investor, speculator, all of the above,” he said. “I have a conference to speak at this weekend at the Claremont, ...owntown. I was supposed to bring a plus one. I don’t have one. I know you’re married, and I know we just met; but how would it be if I asked you to be my plus one for the evening?”“You’re speaking at the thing?” she said.“Yes, I do it a lot,” he said, “speak that is.”He was a stranger. She was married. He was a speaker. He was an investor. This could be. We're both busy." She looked at him. "Honestly, this is one of the reasons I want to live together. Just think-when I come home from Skate America in October, you'll be here. I won't have to find you. I won't have to drive to some other apartment to see you. Likewise, when you have an exam or a paper or even if you're studying to death and need a back rub-I'll be here. With how busy we are, I think this is the only chance we've got to have any kind of normal relationship." OK. Then let's do. .. Symphony looked at her mom's firm body, smiling. Her mother, at thirty-four, had kept herself in excellent shape. Her legs were smoothly tapered. No ugly marks of fat anywhere. Perhaps her ass was a little larger than it needed to be, Symphony mused, but that was okay. Many men liked a big ass. And the tits. Yeah, her tits were fine. Not as large as Symphony's--very few women were so well endowed--but her mom was a big-titted woman just the same."Symphony, don't look at me that way," Rebecca. I was neither appalled or disgusted by either object, they appeared clean, the panties were flimsy and see-through, the wooden dildo, crude but functional, and I moved it between my long fingers as if getting it off, moving in front of the mirror and holding it out as if I were a boy, stroking it, even pretending to go as far as making the noise of ejaculating two huge spurts of semen, after a satisfying wank.I opened the top drawer and placed this venerable object beside the holy bible, like.