I made her a mug of Lapsang Suchong with a twist of lemon and myself a milky coffee with three sugars. I took them back into her lounge where she was ...prawled on the sofa staring at a small slip of card. Placing the drinks on her oak coffee table, I sat next to her and glanced at the card. It was one of those strip photographs that you get in a booth for passports and what have you. It was four pictures of her and Alan and they were laughing heartily in three of them. The last picture was of. Mom looks on and asks "Nancy does he need this often?" Nancy replies "Yes, every time. He's not hard with you?" "Well, yes, he's always hard but I let it go" mom replies, as she turns beet red.Nancy picks up the pace, her hand going up and down faster on my cock. I start moaning softly and mom says "I'll get my coat and head on out to the store. We need some things" and she heads out. Nancy adds "Don't worry mom, he's in good hands" and she points my cock at mom and wink.We hear the door close. And this was the next stage: a meeting in a public place, with the rules simple. Either of us could walk away at any point. But it was quite clear that neither of us wanted to go anywhere – except the bedroom. How long could we drag out this drink and conversational charade of “getting to know each other.” We had done that on chat. We knew each other’s likes, dislike and sexual fantasies. And now we had confirmed that final piece – did we click when we met?We did.I can’t remember what we talked. There's an office girl, slightlychubby, strutting down the street in her heels. She has her hair in atightly controlled blonde bun, she's wearing tailored jacket, skirt andblouse, all slightly too tight, and she's got a phone clasped to herear. She's a picture of anxious ambition. And here on the bus there'sa very proper looking schoolgirl, from some posh school I think, in awhite blouse and school tie, and a navy blazer with gold trimming. Shehas elaborately braided hair, and glasses. .