He must have had the same sort of day we did, and I ask him if he wants another beer. He smirks, ignores my question and makes his way to the fridge....e see Kevin a couple few times a week with the comings and goings of your and his common interests and hobbies, but it’s been at least a month since I’ve gotten any quality time with him, and I can see that we are both looking forward to the evening ahead. While he rummages through our fridge, I take stock of him. He’s lost a bit of weight,. I'm proud of my legs and ass and work hard to keep in shape. I'm in mylate 30s, divorced (amicable, no kids), enjoying my solo life as a bitof a gay blade. I'm sex mad, mainly male but when I'm in the mood,anything goes. I had on a soft cotton chiffon top showing off my modestcleavage, boosted by a padded bra. Long brunette wig and some makeup. Iwas more or less passable but where I lived it didn't really matter.The big bad city is full of all types and all were welcome if friendly.I hadn't had. He licks my clitoris, kisses my thighs and caresses my legs. Rubbing my hands on his head, I manipulate him into my most advantageous position. His darting tongue leaves me moaning and I begin u*********sly to rock my hips slightly. He looks up at me and he sees my look of pleasure. The pleasure is pure and wonderful. His tongue has found the spot as he uses the fingers on his left hand to spread my pussy lips apart and I feel one of his fingers now slide easily into my tight, but moist. ‘So you think you’ll…you know?’ Lisa asked before smiling and gulping down some more wine. ‘Ah I don’t know. He’s kind of straight I think. Innocent. Maybe. I’m just not sure, he’s not quite my type. He seems a little quiet. But who knows, I don’t really know him that well yet. For now I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt I guess.’ ‘So what is your type?’ Lisa asked while glossing over a small folder she had retrieved from her bag. ‘Well, I’m not even sure of that myself. And besides, since I.