She had nothing on under that coat. "What do you think?" she asked."I think you had better come in" I hastily replied.Lise came in and dropped her c...at. After closing the door I stood infront of her and gazed. She is about 5'7", nice c-cup perky tits (fake but beautiful), and slim waistline and an uncut cock that was still soft. All of her pubic hair had been shaved very recently. "I guess you approve" she said as she motioned towards the stiff cock standing very obvious behind my towel. . Or I'm a cheating whore and you're a cuckold. I never want anyone to think that you and nothing but all man to me.”“But it's true. I am not all the man you need. I knew that when we met. If I had tried to be, I'd have been a dried-up husk long ago.”“Why are you so willing think about this?”He pulled me to him and I could feel his hardness. “Because I find the idea hot too.” I left it to him. I said I'd abide by whatever he wanted. Two months later my man gave the best present. He timed it with. But why at her apartment? Unwittingly, and against all reason I began for the first time to see in Susan not just an ambitious, focused career woman, but a sexual being. Well that’s the way guys react when a lady invites them to her place at 7 in the evening. It’s how we’re programmed. Whatever the realities and the rational, we think unconsciously that we are being fancied. And we react accordingly, dick before the head! So I turned up at the appointed hour, still very confused but feeling. She pulled up. The shirt came off, exposing her breasts. They were large and sagged a bit beneath their weight. Each had a pink, silver dollar-sized areola with a gumdrop nipple.They swung back and forth slightly from the momentum of the removal of her shirt.I looked away from her breasts, moving my gaze to her face. She looked straight into my eyes, the model of control. Keeping this eye contact, she undid her jeans and pushed them to the floor. She wore white granny panties, which gave me a.