Red hair. It trailed down her back like a waterfall and bounced on her shoulders with every step she took.I was mesmerised by the movement of it. When... it caught the overhead light I could see the variations of colour in it. Not a bottle redhead, a real one. Russet red like an Irish setter.I shoved the paper coffee cup to my lips to conceal my drooling. I forced a mouthful of hot sweet liquid between my lips to muffle a low moan of sheer desire. I wanted to follow her, find an empty corridor. Later they sat out on the patio as the sun went down, and though it was now early October, it was nicely warm. They talked, and despite the difference in their ages, there was much common ground and they found they enjoyed the same music and taste in books. Before long she moved over to his chair and sitting on his knee, started to kiss him with abandon, their mouths eagerly seeking to extend the pleasures their tongues were exchanging. She undid his shirt button, kissing his chest as she. Her she stood, Nice mouthful B cup breasts, with nice dark nipples, and a small tuft of pubic hair above her vulva. I asked if she shaved for me, and she said that she had been shaving for a while, it was more pleasurable when she used her vibrator. I said she wasn't a prude anymore...she smiled and said she had to learn to do things for herself as she lightly stroked her pubes. She stuck a finger in her mouth with a pout y grin and then entered her vagina with her finger. She withdrew her. Mrs Blundell and Mrs Bancroft changed into more appropriate attire andleft. Mrs Bancroft came over and gave me an affectionate hug and told menot to worry about the video."It's not like anyone in this audience can talk about it. All those menare married professionals whose lives would be ruined if anyone knewabout their secret peccadilloes," she explained.The other men left too with the exception of the man who Mrs Cashmore hadreferred to as Mr Smith. He and Mrs Cashmore were once again.