She pulled the skirt up to her waist and tucked the tank top in. The skirt came to mid thigh. It was short enough to draw attention but not so short a... to look like she was showing off. Her dark tanned legs looked great bare so no stockings will be needed. For shoes she wore a pair of light blue tennis shoes with white footie sox. As soon as we where ready I told her lets go for a drive. I carried her to the mall. I always have fun showing her off at the mall. I had to try on shoes at every. I roll over and wrap myself around him, now adding the touch of my tongue to his body; I can feel his arousal stirring as he sleeps. His nipples are hard and salty. My hands roam all over his shoulders, his neck, his face, where my hands go my tongue seems to automatically seek. There is something powerful about him that makes me starve for the taste of him. Rolling onto him I straddle him and lick along the seam of his lips, they are warm, full and inviting, I can feel his breathing. I lit another cigarette. I thought about the other man. Not only did he take a very sexy woman back to his room, but also a married woman. Right now he's enjoying another man's wife. I though about Karen. Meeting another man, going to his room. Was she still dressed? Was she in his bed? I imagined them in bed. Karen on her back, knees bent, legs spread, kissing him passionately while he thrusts back and forth inside of her. A heady rush of stimulation filled my head, almost. There she was - Buffy. She is a matronly-looking woman, not unattractive, but not who one would expect to droll over. I reached for her hand and greeted her with the standard "Very nice to meet you." She returned the greeting, and I asked if she'd like to sit. Buffy and I sat together on a love seat. We all 4 chatted for a bit, and I discovered Buffy is from Memphis, Tennessee. I love my visits to Tennessee, finding it very lovely country in which to drive. More small talk ensued, and we.