” I said to her “let’s go inside!” without anything else said we walked into the house and straight up to the bedroom. As we got near the bed ...I pushed her forward and raised her dress over her ass. Wow, what a fantastic ass it was too! She had this little white thong on that I pulled to the side and without hesitation took my tongue to her very wet pussy.“Oh god!” she moaned.“Yes John, please, I need this so much!”I ate her and teased her. I was surprised to hear her own hand slap onto her cute. ’I was flabbergasted. But the conversation moved away from that pretty quickly and we stayed up until the sun broke and the dew soaked into the seats around us before exhaustion took us. I was sure she was either drunk, exhausted, or pandering to my fantasy to try to make up for the guilt we felt for letting our hormones get the better of us those years earlier.The next morning I was at work, kind of delirious from lack of sleep over the weekend when our receptionist buzzed up to me to tell me. Tim made a toast and we clinked glasses. He seemed nice. He told all kinds of jokes and made me feel comfortable. He was very nice and I felt safe around him. I didn’t think he wanted anything from me. He must have been around sixty. He wasn't wearing a wedding ring. “How does a wild girl be friends with somebody so sweet and quiet?”“Maybe I’m not so sweet. Maybe, I’m more wild than her.”“Really? I’d sure like to find that out. I have heard about quiet girls.”“What have you. First I had been doing this for a long time, I was the most established buyer of crafting materials at a good price and the most experienced crafter of potions. Second and more importantly I had come up with a lot of my best selling potions myself, you couldn't get them from anywhere but my shop because I was the only one who made them. I never grew up with much and my potion business even before it was a stall and before it was a shop had allowed me to get through school paying the cost even.