She actually gave me hugs when I had pleased her and this enabled me to respond in kind if she had done something for me that I really appreciated. On... evening after dinner, she was relaxing with a glass of wine, while I sipped a coke when she turned to me and said,"I did not visit a lot with your mum and dad when they were alive. They kept inviting me, but I had reasons for not wanting to get to close to them. When I did visit, even as late as last year, you were still very much a child." She. I think she must have gotten off five or six times during our shift, and I have to admit that she looked terrific when that happened. When I dropped her off at her car, she was exhausted but gave me a very happy kiss, telling me that tomorrow night it was her turn to drive. I said that if she was telling me what I thought she was telling me, I could hardly wait. She giggled, got in her car, and we each went our separate ways. This young woman was extremely career oriented, which didn't make for. Next thing I knew it was morning. I made it into the bathroom and did my morning thing, then went to make coffee. While it boiled I ran quickly through the shower.I was still in my briefs when I went in to pour the coffee through the strainer. I carried the big red mug into the bathroom. I found a spot on the back of the toilet to set it while I brushed my teeth. I brushed my hair as well.I was dressed in black cargo shorts and a black tee shirt while I waited for the time to pass. I wasn’t. ”He groaned, his hands gripping the prostitute’s head, fucking Ayishah’s mouth up and down his shaft. “Lucky husbands.”I grinned at him, thrusting harder and harder into Ayishah’s tight cunt. Her juicy snatch stimulated me. My orgasm built in my pussy. Every thrust into her tight depths spilled rapture down my shaft to my hot cunt.As my twat grew hotter, my ovaries grew tighter. They absorbed the heat, exciting my cum in them. My tits heaved in my blouse as I slammed into the prostitute’s.