He put first two fingers, then three in her pussy walls and angled his fingers upwards to see if he could find that sweet spot again and was rewarded ...with an intake of breath and a moan that sent his cock skywards again. He finger fucked her roughly for a few minutes but shit, he wanted her so fucking bad, he wasn’t sure he could hold out for the first one.He slipped on a condom and threw the foil packet on the bed. He pushed her head into the bed and pulled her ass up high, spreading her legs. We had a great lunch and the younger lady did things for my own dress Ican only dream about. I mean, I looked at her with a bit more hungerthan I should, considering my mentoring role. But she really filled thatdress out. A dress that is cut for an A girl worn by a baby B with apush-up bra. Well, you guys and girls can figure it out. Darn, shelooked, well, great. I've heard that look described as “table grade”. Ihave heard it described in a lot of other ways, as well!Getting in and parked was a. We decided to meet at his house so around 1pm I went to the house and as I entered we started chatting. We didn’t have lots of time only about 2 1/2 hours but that’s enough. We went to his red room (man cave) and I immediately stripped naked. I had shave my crotch that morning so I was smooth. I was semi hard and he also got naked. We walked around with semi hardons drinking a Diet Coke, and then I was sitting down and he came over and began kissing me. I loved it and was so horny I didn’t want. Lisa always said that was half of theillusion--if I felt wonderful, I would be acting naturally to wherenobody would be feeling the need to look at me twice because of anystrange body English--but I supposed I needed reassurance that I lookedpretty, that I looked attractive.That was where Lisa invariably would step in. No matter how unsure Iwould sometimes get about how I was looking or what I was wearing, itwas always her sweet, gentle guidance that would boost me to where itdidn't really.