She was very responsive and vocal as I ate her and she had an orgasm before she pushed me away. By that time I was hard again and she looked down at m... cock and then up at my face and then she said the words that I had known would be coming, "I don't think I can get that in me" but then came the surprise, "at least not without some help." She got up and left the room and a few minutes later she hollered at me to come into the bedroom. When I got there she was lying on the bed, legs spread and. A quick spray of perfume and I was ready.And then there was a knock upon the door.My heart pounded in my chest. You were here for me at last. I tried to slow my breathing and calm myself. The gesture was futile and I knew it. You rapped upon the door once more."Just a moment," I called loudly and tried to calmly walk to the door. I took a few breaths, grabbed the handle and turned it.You stood in the hallway, the sunlight was at your back silhouetting you like an angel and I thought I was. His eyes follow your hands as you lower them to your squirt toying with the belt before slowly turning from him, bending, and sliding it over your hips. You know he is looking right at your bum, at the see through black lace panties, as you wiggle for him. You smile looking back over your shoulder at him. You step out of your skirt, heels still on, and turn to him. He is looking right between your legs, seeing the trimmed patch of hair through your lace panties.You wonder if he can see the. Marsha Thorpe had a new hobby.Just before she left, early Sunday afternoon, for the drive back to St. Louis, or more specifically Chesterfield, she asked to speak to Shirley, Natasha, Renee, and myself. She had concluded, correctly, that there were adults in this relationship and there were children in this relationship, the definition of which was not assigned by age, but by attitude and desires.Her question for the four of us, was, if she became friends with us, where was she expected to.