She leanedforward again. Her breath was moist in my ear. “Ican feel it moving down the insides of my thighs.”She paused and nipped my ea...rlobe. “I’m not sure I’llbe able to sit down at the table.”“There’s always room service,” I reminded her. Herbody remained close to mine, swaying gently to thebeat of the music in the next room. When she casuallybrushed a hand across my hardening bulge, it mighthave even seemed accidental to an. We began to slide along each other until I realized she was very openly hitting on me. "So this is what it feels like," I asked myself.She was bold and straight-forward, playing the part of a hard hat all the way through. I was enjoying it and begin to grow a little more shy the tougher she got. I was also getting aroused, but didn't want to look down to see if my bulge was showing beneath my short mid-thigh skirt. I didn't have to wait for long because she smiled at me as she reached out and. ---I send Laura a text message telling her as I was picking her up and needed to speak with her urgently; the urgent part was in bold. She replies only moments after, telling me to go to hell. I'll go to hell after I bring you home.The red lights seem green, and the yellow lights tell me to floor it. Checking my blind-spot feels irrelevant and detrimental as I swerve in and out of lanes. I speed my way to the address my intelligent mother dropped her off at. I don't blame Mom. Her relationship. Having confessed to meeting countless online women and indulging in the highly questionable sexual practices with those women that followed, you are the high risk guy I could never bring home to meet mum. Despite my head telling me not to go ahead and start something with you, I will do it anyway. From your photo you don’t look the player type but what would I know about that, I am a good girl at 46, divorced, with no experience of men rough around the edges and I come with a clean sexual.