I asked her about her married life. She then revealed to me how her husband is always on tour and she is left alone with no one. I asked her jokingly ...that she does not miss him, she looked into my eyes and replied, I sure do, but whets the use, he is business minded guy.I looked again into her eyes and I saw a sparkle which any one can tell is invitation in her eyes.I slowly changed the topic and started chatting more on sex related topics, she was also showing much interest. I got up and went. It was finally agreed that I would be at the airport holding a card with the email address of my fan on it, if at that moment they got cold feet they could just walk past in the crowd and I would go home and back to my normal life.Finally the day arrived. I had received a message to say they were still coming a few days beforehand so I was committed to going.Early June in Sydney was cold at that time of morning so I was wearing jeans, shirt and had a jacket over the top. I had the AC on in the. I was ****d." Oh my God, you were ****d?" Yes, by Jerry Duncan, he was on the football team. Sharon...Sharon helped me through it, then one thing led to another, and we became lovers. I loved her with all my heart. But, she was...she was different." How?" She liked to be in charge. She liked to dominate me. I would dress up like I am today and she would make me do things. At first I didn't like it but then...then, I don't know, something changed and I didn't mind what she did to me. Now she is. ?" Slowly my hand went into her jeans, Anny slid forward a bit to give me better access.. I did not feel any hair on her pussy.. "Hmmm.... I can feel you are shaving yourself.. I like a bald pussy.." My hand slid further down and slid over her clitoris and finally I got a finger in her very wet hole.."OOOhhwmmmmmm...... Yessss......" was all she could say. I started kissing her again, in the meanwhile I started rubbing her clitoris while a kept on pushing my finger in and out of her pussy..