"He had a rather pretentious way of talking. I laughed briefly."Still waters run deep, eh?" he observed. "You're a quiet one. If I didn't know better ... might think there was something going on in that mind of yours." Such as what?" I asked nervously."You remind me of myself many years ago," he explained. "Sitting with a friend of my Dad's. And the next thing he asked me was, 'Would you like to suck my cock?' So..."I laughed again."And would you?" he asked, looking quite serious."Would I what?". In the bright light, each subtle tone of her brunette hair shone. It rested just on her shoulders and over the thin straps of her dress. A pair of Audrey Hepburn’s hid her eyes, yet her attractive face with its prominent cheekbones and sculpted jawline was mesmerising. She was a siren and an older woman, I found myself absorbed in her. I had absently gazed over to their table on several occasions. The feminine curves of her upper body held tightly in the tailored bodice of her dress showed off. Danica was surprised to hear both their thoughts echoing in her head despite having made no conscious effort to connect to them.The man thought, Who is that? That red hair, that body — she would be amazing. Stop that Grant, you have Heather right here. You should be damn happy to be so lucky.Oh My, Danica heard the woman think at the same time. She looks so delicious. Gods how I'd love to share Grant with her — to share myself with her. The woman moaned silently in her mind, and then. Yes baby, finger my pussy, put it in deep, oh yea, finger fuck me." I did as she said and ran my finger in and out of her cunt while she remained bent over. She suddenly pulled my hand away saying enough and dashed off to her room. I watched her bare ass sway and her tits wiggle as she walked out of my room.This was similar to most nights where she would come into my room to say good night either wearing a negligee or be totally nude. I would usually be sitting at my computer and she would come.