You turn and reach for the bottoms that u placed on the small sofa, you look over at me staring at you. Flash your big beautiful smile, you happen to ...otice my cock’s out line in my cargo shorts. Only now noticing my predicament. You giggle briefly. ‘Is that for me,’ you ask, knowing now full well what you did. ‘When ever you want it.’ Dropping your bikini, stepping over to me, you run your little hand over the outline of my hard as steel cock. Since your almost always wet, your pussy is now. "Shit, that feels so good." He relaxed again and let me work his shaft with my mouth, every once in a while I pushed him all the way down just to hear his breath catch and a soft whimper escape his lips. His hands again found my head and he was gently running his fingers through my hair as I thoroughly enjoyed him. "Can I fuck your mouth?" I heard him whisper softly and I opened my eyes again with a smile. I nodded and he stood up and I helped him kick his pants to the other side of the room. I. The next day we spent shopping. We went to a series of "plus size" women's dress shops and bought Millie a whole new wardrobe. We had to go to three or four, because the first ones we saw seemed to have only the kind of frumpy, dull things she would never wear again. Finally, we found one that had a little of that, but much more of the sexy, tight and revealing clothes that Millie was looking for and hungry to wear. "You don't know what this means to me, Jeff," she enthused as she looked. For the most part, my dinners were with college people and talk focused on work. When I took a woman out, it was usually a shallower evening as one or both of us considered it a mere prelude to the real reason we went out which was fuck each other silly. Phyllis looked at me with her fabulous smile and said, ‘I would like that very much.’ I paid the dinner bill and then took her arm and led her to the bar where I ordered coffee with brandy. Once again, we enjoyed the drink, the conversation,.