Her embarrassement disappearedin a few minutes. They chatted for hours, and then the next day, the day afterthat, and she felt as if she had known him... for years. After a week he told herhe wanted to meet her on Wednesday. She was so excited and curious that shesaid ok without hesitating. He chose a restaurant quite far away from her hometo avoid meeting anyone she knows. He told her that he was going to send herinstructions on Tuesday 6 pm and asked her to read it naked to make heraroused. She. I couldn't take anymore so I begged him to fuck me. He began fucking me slowly at first than faster and faster. Just when I thought he was going to cum, he stopped and pulled his cock out. I couldn't believe he stopped, he reached down and put a hand on my sides, turning me over. He bent me over his desk, and opened my legs again. He rubbed the head of his cock, in and around my pussy. He rubbed his cock soaked in my pussy juices, up and down my ass crack.He stopped for a second than pushed. ” She said.I put my laundry basket on top of the dryer. My cock was still buried inside my basket. I barley leaned up to get the blue laundry detergent. I handed it to Mrs. Cotton. She was looking into my eyes. I don’t think she noticed I was butt naked next to her. I slowly handed her the big blue jugg. She smiled as she poured a small amount into the top of the washing machine.“Can you get down some fabric softener?” she said. I handed her the fabric softener next. She poured some. He flicked it on, illuminating the room a little more warmly than I might have feared. The activities in this house were such that you might expect only the dingiest kind of light, the barest of rooms.But then, it’s not your middle-class types who throw Wednesday night sex parties with well over a dozen invites, is it?I was still glad this room wasn’t palatial, though. After all, I was no queen here, no mistress of the manor. I came looking for a dirty fuck, but I came in the state of mind.