I’ll email you with my itinerary.”And, just like that, the conversation was over. We didn’t talk about anything else. It was very businesslike. ...I sat there, amazed that, once again, the Anderson women had rocked my world. Oklahoma City. Norman. Both were just a forty-five minute drive from Chickasha, where I lived.Suddenly, the world was a brighter place.That week went by fast. Her email told me when she’d fly in to Will Rogers, and I emailed her back that I’d be her transportation while in. But I live in hopes.” Now I was sure of it, Hazel was coming onto me!!! Taking the bull by the horns, I took a deep breath. “Am I your type Hazel,” I asked then sat there looking across the room at her. It was as though a weight had been lifted off her and she smiled across at me. “Yes Mike. Yes I think you are.” It felt as though I was dreaming, as she slowly got up out of her chair and walked across the lounge towards me. As she did, she untied the belt on her robe and let it fall open then. Actions, in this case, most certainly were speaking volumes. Leaning over, her mouth and lips pressed to his neck, kissing her man gently. Giving his strong neck a lick as her fingers expertly popped the button on his pants, releasing the pressure some from between his legs. John spread his legs apart, setting the cruise control, feeling her touch on his bulge. Her fingers teased the length, dragging along the thickening cock. His breathing coming quicker. Reaching down, turning on the signal,. The butler announced Mrs. Thomas Jefferson and Ronald Jackson, Junior. Emily rose to greet Mary Jefferson and again was impressed. Clearly, this is the woman who trained April, she thought. The little boy was handsome. Although April had said he was not yet two, he was already walking. Moreover, it appeared that training pants had already taken the place of diapers. Mrs. Jefferson whispered to Ronnie to say hello.Ronnie toddled over to where she was sitting and put out his hand. Emily took his.