Mark was laying in bed looking at a magazine as Tina came out of the bathroom. He gave a low whistle as she stood by the bed and dropped her robe comp...letely naked. At 32 and the mother of a 10 year old, she looked fabulous due to exercise and a well balanced diet. She was 5'4, 117 lbs with a perfect hour glass figure. Mark had thrown back the sheet exposing his erect cock as Tina slipped in and straddled him, planting her mouth over his and her tongue working it's magic. Mark, already moaning. " Legs apart. Bit more." She was so clinical about it. Her foot raised, measuring the coup de grace, her big toe nuzzled the head of my cock. "Looks like you'll have to hold him out of the way so I can have a clear shot."I obligingly lifted my penis out of harm's way. Her foot described a graceful arc as she slow-motions the kick. The laces of her shoes nuzzled my balls."You going to take your shoes off?"Susan looked quizically at me."You can if you like." She grinned and gestured magnanimously. Suddenly our eyes met on the reflection of the bar mirror and her expression changed. She immediately got up and walked up to me. I turned as she approached me and was greeted with a slap to my face."How dare you walk out on me? I have been worried sick for the last year and you did not even have the courtesy of letting me know that you were alive and well." She shouted over the din of the bar. I was taken aback for a moment but then I looked into her eyes and spoke slowly, "Do I know you?"Now,. I extended my hand. At first the gesture seemed to be completely lost on her, but after a long pause she dropped her right hand into mine (leaving her left hand incongruously parked under her chin) and gave me by far the feeblest handshake I have ever encountered. Her hand was so small, even childlike, that my engulfing hand seemed enormous; and when I let go, her arm fell limp by her side. The poor child was quite clearly beside herself."I'm James Walker," I informed her.There was another long.