He was actively engaging them in conversation about topics she hadn’t realized he knew anything about. Occasionally, he would reach over and touch h...r to bring her into the conversation. When the topic had turned to architecture, he had turned to her and asked her to tell them about the castle they had visited on a trip to England.She was surprised at the impact that his touch had upon her. It dawned on her that she hadn’t had real physical contact with anyone for ages. Everyone in her house. Laura assured her she would check about jobs here, should Shaniqua want to move from Dallas. They would meet for lunch.Shaniqua yawned and stretched. Her small breasts moved under her nightgown, drawing Laura's attention. "You must be tired," Laura said."That bath. That jacuzzi. I think it made me sleepy."Off to bed with you then, dear, Laura thought. Just looking at you like this makes it harder and harder on me. Out of sight, out of mind. I hope.Shaniqua looked drowsy but also kittenish and. “Do you want it in there again?” he asked. Her face softened and she nodded “yes, cum in me” she replied curtly. He continued to stroke his cock at a feverish pace, his knees straddling her ass, his cockhead dripping precum across her pussy lips. It was obvious that he was ready and she was starting to thrust her own hips towards him to make contact with his cock. His breathing was fast and he panted out “I’m cumming! Oh fuck, I’m cumming”. As he announced his climax he pushed the head of his. Currently working in the Financial Industry, she had the straight laced, buttoned down collar look of a Librarian or a school teacher, but on weekends her alto ego came out to play. She loved NSA sex; (No Strings Attached) anything clandestine or anonymous was fine with her. She also loved group sex and orgies and even went to a few BDSM sessions a a private club she had found in a chatroom.We would chat late at night where she would reveal the wildest stories, I found that even though we were.