As we entered the auditorium, I glanced down and our eyes met because she was looking up at me and smiling.The concert wasn't nearly the ordeal I anti...cipated, partly because, being forced to pay attention to the whole work, music, choreography and dancers, I was forced to appreciate the virtues of it. Not that I would ever listen to a CD of it from choice, you understand. But also partly because I was with Lida.As we left, she was almost skipping. But for her pregnancy, I'm sure she would have. Mrs. Wysocki snickered. “Sorry for being so boring.”“Excuse me! And don't worry, you're nowhere near boring.” Richard looked her over, admiring her very womanly body. Not only was she in great shape for a woman in her forties, but Mrs. Wysocki also had long red hair, a weakness of his. If she wasn't married and wasn't his boss... “I just got up a little too early this morning,” he explained. “I didn't want to get here late for my first day.”“Well, don't worry, I'm sure the girls would have. The advent of the computer,and the worlds it opened to her, made her realize that she was not alone. Buteven with the anonymity it offered, she was still too shy to express or shareher feelings with anyone. The computer had, however, given her the opportunity to privately indulgeherself to an extent by being able to buy the fetish clothing and toys. Then,after she had found certain other sites that awoke more latent emotions inher that she still couldn't bring herself to share with others, she. I shivered, and my hurting cock pressed against her slender thigh."Well, Tarzan, what are you going to do about it? Why don't you touch it and see if it feels any better than Saturday night. You know, it IS Alfred's sperm this time." Her voice was deep and raw, with a horny tremor to it, like I never heard before. I grabbed her left tit and put my mouth to the right one, which I sucked and licked a little while. This elicited a low moan from her."Mmmm, you're much better with your mouth than.