”Then she brought her hand back to herself and smiled. You know, that way only a mother can and drops all your defenses… “I’m horny nearly all... the time,” I told her simply.“Okay, we’ve established that. No problem,” she smiled again. Harmlessly.I wanted to tell her everything about all my perversions that might absolutely disgust her on every level but I’m a relatively responsible fellow and knew better than to spill my cards all over the table.“I get horny too, you know,” she added. “Not all. ’ The order is given on a low growl as he watches my finger disappear. I gladly do as he says and he props my feet on the edge of the desk. Mike’s hands are those of a hard working man and I can feel the rough calluses he’s earned as he caresses the insides of my thighs. With long, slow strokes his palms slide along my flesh until his fingers meet at my slit. Slowly he traces a finger up and down before inserting it into me. His eyes are following every move and I get more aroused knowing he’s. . appealing to the opposite sex.”“I haven’t seen anyone on the station wearing them,” she said.“No, they’re for wearing when you’re alone with someone that you like. You know what, let’s put that one back,” he said as he reached up to guide her hand back towards the rack. “If we get seen shopping for lingerie together, we’ll be in just as much trouble as if we got caught in the act.”“The act of what?”“You know what act, now let’s change the subject before someone overhears us. Can you tell. "It's your car," I said. Now my mind was really going dark. She could see me as an easy fuck. She could be sexually frustrated and ready. My heart was going fast at this point. We pulled up to her place. It was pretty small, so the whole family thing was probably out. "You can come in if you want," she said. "Oh, okay. Thanks." I was both eager and sweaty. We walked in her house and she turned on the lights. She began putting her groceries away. "So, you live here alone?" I asked trying not to.