Her eyes focused everywhere but on my face as she haltingly described a date that had turned into a wrestling match with an overzealous paramour. Near...as I could figure, eventually she had flipped out and, apparently, the guy refusing to take no for an answer, she additionally had dragged her nails across some part of his body, kicked him in the groin (no mean feat in the guy’s car with a console between them) and bolted from his car to hers. She was terrified that he still was following her,. I could hear starting to undress.....she gave me one last click clack around the room(she knows I loves that!) Before flicking her shoes off into the corner. I could sense her resting on the bed deciding how to proceed. I thought I could hear her fingering her wet pussy during this time, then all of the sudden she thrusted 2 pussy juiced coated fingers into my mouth. Naturally I sucked them clean, eager for more as she withdrew them. More movement on the bed, then suddenly her moist bald cunt. The other major problem with promiscuous sexual freedom was disease, but AIDS didn’t exist until the early Eighties. In the Sixties and Seventies, the worst you could get was gonorrhea or syphilis, both of which were susceptible to standard antibiotics. (Okay, herpes was around too, but that was never that big a deal.) Once, in the mid Seventies when I was in college, I got an abscessed tooth, and needed to be treated with penicillin. My frat brothers immediately suspected I had the clap and my. And she relaxed into his advance again.His hand had slipped a little lower and she suddenly realised that his hand had made its way under the hem of her dress, her legs were bare and she now felt his palm on the back of her leg. Her brain froze; her senses were in melt down. If this wasn’t her husband’s boss would she be allowing him to slip his hand under her skirt and make its way upwards, now very close to the join at the top of her legs. The a****l within had suddenly come alive, big time,.