She came over and we started talking, all the while my pussy, is getting wetter and wetter. ‘I don’t believe we’ve formally met?’ She told me ...‘I’m Karen’ she said extending her hand. ‘Im Alexandra, but people call me Alex’ We shook hands. I could feel my juices almost running down my leg. Her hands were so soft, and smelled of Coconut Milk and Honey. We hit it off straight away. She liked horse riding, swimming at the beach and walking in the park. While we were laughing about her dog, river,. "I let out some breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding and smiled in relief. He brightened up as I smiled and then put his attention on the bottom button of my robe.I lay still. He got the bottom button is his hands and seemed to have some trouble with it. I was just about to lean over and help him when he undid it and spread both sides of the robe open.I was scared, I was nervous, I was exhilarated, I was ecstatic, I was a ball of emotions. Three years of desire and a couple of months of. I did notice she was a fine looking woman about thirty-five or so wearing a white blouse, navy blue skirt, and low heels. Her black hair was wrapped smoothly on her head. The skirt fitted nicely over what appeared to be a well formed bottom. Like I said, I'm a former police officer and we're trained in observation.I was in my office about thirty minutes later when Maureen, our dispatcher, jailer, secretary, office manager, town clerk, and head of the parks department, called me on the intercom.. Beth says that she is married. But that her husband is out of town for the week, she lies. As they chat and sip their drinks, Angel boldly puts his hand on Beth’s knee. She pushes his hand away and takes another sip of her virgin cocktail. Angel whispers that he thinks she is the sexiest woman in the room. Fact is that she is by far the sexiest woman there but she feigns shyness. Angel wants her to go to his hotel room. No, Angel she says. I am married, remember. Angel tries again with his.