Her body trembling as I part the folds, revealing her smooth curves now covered only in frail pink lace. Softly kissing…licking her ear, I run my ha...d over her breasts, caressing her belly, down to the triangle of lace stretched tightly over her secret place…my place. I can feel the heat of her even before I’m there, her panties already starting to become wet. With one finger I trace between her thighs, feeling the warmth spread across her crotch, her body shuddering when I press on her clit. . Don't ask me why. Call me every pathetic name in the Book of Wimps, or just call me stupid — but I went there. And Erica went with me.It took her two bagel-sessions to discover that she could not talk me out of it. She caved in and bought the most expensive cocktail dress my credit card had ever paid for. Between her daring outfit and my tuxedo we could have ran off a James Bond movie set.I felt both shaken and stirred when we handed our car keys to the valet and walked into the opulent lair of. The old woman was sobbing."I'm sorry you had to go through that," I said with concern in my voice. "I don't think they will be bothering you again for a long time, if ever."She looked up with tears in her eyes and said, "Thank you sir, thank you so much." Do you live far from here?" I asked."Just a couple blocks down the street," she said while gathering her cart and straightening her clothes."I'll walk with you, if you like," I offered, "By the way, my name is Simon, Simon Welch." That would. Immediately I turned my attention to my clit, within an instant I started to orgasm, an intense squirt of juices surged from my pussy, followed by another and another. We allowed ourselves a few seconds to recover before continuing to talk, “Don’t wash your pussy Jo. I want to be able to smell what I did to you”. I agreed to do as she asked, so long as she did the same. We giggled but knew it was time to get dressed and said goodbye. I put the phone back on my bedside table and picked up my.