He’s a very cultured and well-traveled man, from Barcelona, he tells me. His name is Carlos, and he speaks English with a refined Castillian accent..., like Ricardo Montalban. I can tell he‘s well-educated and undoubtedly very wealthy. His cologne is absolutely heavenly. As he talks about places he’s been, I listen with rapt attention. I’m thinking this is the first and only time I’ve ever had an extended conversation with a male member of The Order in which his cock wasn’t buried deep inside. I moved her pants to one side and licked my finger and placed it on her clit, she was already a little wet. I was working her clit softly and slowly and I could tell her body was responding positively so I placed my middle finger inside of her. Many things happened at that point, my cock throbbed and let out pre cum as I was so horny, my finger slid into what might be the prettiest and tightest vagina I’ve ever had and by doing so, Stacey moaned harder than before which woke her up. She sat. She wore her white dressing gown, which had fallen open and the sides of her perky tits were showing. She typically wore only a dressing gown when home, so that part didn?t surprise me, also the fact that it was open was not anything new, there was not a lot of room for modesty in our household. In her hand she was carrying a small breast pump. In the past months, I had seen the pump a lot as she was using it on her breasts every couple of hours, or whenever she had the opportunity and the kids. A while later I was looking through my email and those pictures popped up again. It was a purely physical reaction, I hit reply and asked if she was near NYC because I “kinda wanted to make out with you or something” in that was I try to be very forward so that it is comical and yet still very forward. This is classic Jack. She replied that she was in college upstate, but she did come in to the city occasionally, in fact she would be there that weekend. I mentioned that I would like to meet her.