On her return, she leaned into me and said, "I've brought you a little present." She stuffed something in my pocket. I pulled it out not realizing it... was her lace purple knickers.My cock became instantly hard when I realized she was pantyless. I had to think of a way to show her off. I took her to the dance floor and started dancing behind her, holding her close and tight. I tried to work the skirt up, without any success.At the edge of the dance floor, a large group of ageing men stood. Its true they didn’t always show but they were always late. We had been in contact for some time her and I. She often shared intimate photos of her beautiful body. I loved her body. She was a tall full figured woman very well rounded. We both loved her tits, they were large with big nipples. I had often stroked myself to sleep looking at the pics she posted.Twenty minutes had passed and at last a car pulled up. I could see her head boing trying to make me out through car window so I decided to. Almost on cue she began to quiver and quake, I could feel her face buried into my crotch. Ooooohhh, she moaned, uuuummmm, oh yeah, she said I a whisper. I felt the rush and flow of her womanly fluids, which coated my face. Slowly, she sat up and reversed her position until she was sitting astride me. She took the towel and used it to wipe my face, she kept looking me in the eyes then leaned down and kissed me. 'I have a flight to catch she whispered' I know, I responded, then kissed her. "No. No, that's it. I fantasize about it." He grinned. "Yeah, I've been fantasizing about it a lot these days."Margaret squirmed on the chair across from his, tapping the pencil tip meditatively on the note pad. She rembered the call she'd received that morning, and the frantic sound in Patty Wayne's voice as she'd begged Margaret to accept a counseling appointment with Walter that afternoon.Walter had seemed pretty sullen when he'd entered her home a few minutes before, and followed her into.