She doubted herself, she doubted me. But here we are playing our new found game; and she loves it. It’s like she gets to be twenty one again but wit...h the security of a married woman. I help her get ready for the evening. It’s tender like a married date “what do you think of this dress” and “how my hair is” but it’s much more sinister. She smiles and enjoys her new found freedom as she slides on her sexy underwear. All the while I try and contain my desire my stomach turns as I prepare her for. We had avoided the conversation of sex all night which I think had gotten him even more desperate. But at the bar I had an advantage, as there was no table I could see the way in which I said things had an impact in the tightness of his pants. One flirty voice on subject as simple as what where I’m going on holiday next year would give him an erection for a few sentences. Eventually we finished up in the bar and he had to ask the question “Do you want to see my room?” “I guess I should given. After several minutes of kissing I finally felt adjusted to the strap-on in my pussy and started to move up and down on it. Im sure I could make this super erotic, but I dont even really remember the feeling in my body as I rode my love, I just remember the sparks as we made out. Five, ten, twenty minutes, an hour? I dont know how long had passed before she finally hinted she wanted me to stop kissing. I pulled back confused but she just smiled. I want to watch you cum. I nodded to her and. Her long legs were sheathed in beautiful seamed stockings, the tops of which were visible beneath the outrageously short skirt. She wore gold stiletto shoes of the ‘fuck-me’ variety, and walked in the most sexy and provocative way, showing off her finely shaped arse. Her hair was long, curly and auburn tinted, and she was heavily made up, but in an incredibly convincing way. I swear you would not have known that she had a full eight inches of manhood in her crotch. I soon found out, mind you,.