" Her thighs fall open trembling as I put my finger into her mouth and she begins to suck it as if she were dying of thirst. After a few minutes I sli...d my finger out of her mouth and ran it down between her breasts, to her belly button and just to where the fine hairs of her pussy begin. "Wider again." Her thighs open wider yet. I ran my left hand down her knee to her ankle and grasp her right foot. I lift her right heel and place it over my left shoulder. This motion causes her to slide. It was fantastic, he stayed over until Sunday, it was ... it was mind blowing!”“That’s really great, Cristine; so you think it’s going to progress to something?”“Yes, I hope so. He’s heading down to his company’s head office in Silicon Valley for three days this week, but we’re going on a dinner date and dancing this Friday night.”“That’s fantastic! I hope everything works out for you, sweetie.”Cristine hoped that everything would work out, too; there was something different about Ken, sure,. Her hair was a short brown curly cap on her head. I've stopped trying to guess a woman's age, but if pressed I'd say about 30. And she was definitely in the 'look-at-twice' category."Hi, Phil! I'd like you to meet Frankie Grey. She's interested in learning to fly a Revolution and I suggested that you might be able to find some time to help her out. Are you available at all tomorrow?"I reached out to shake her hand and responded, "My pleasure, Frankie. No, I'm afraid my Saturday is already. A lady about 40 was sitting on the lowest stair tread enjoying the cool air, and greeted me. "Kris" (not her real name) said she'd noticed me in the laundry room (I didn't remember). I said I did live up in front, and introduced myself.She was blond with long hair, a little chunky, glasses, and as she chatted, didn't seem to have much going for her except friendliness. She also seemed lonely. After talking a while, she joked about her studio over the garage. I hadn't paid too much.