She asked me can I join for a drink we sipped together… then we started to speak about our life bla bla bla… she said her name let’s call her So...nu and she was working for mnc, her husband stays abroad he visits yearly twice. She was bored of being alone so she visits pub to kill the bore. Even I shared about my life then she asked me phone number if it’s not a problem so we can stay in touch and meet.Than 2 days passed I was busy with my externals I got text in whats app I replied we chatted. And fear was something she didn’t think her mother capable of. At 5’10’ and a mostly solid 180 pounds there was not much Gloria Abbot feared. She had a lead a hard life that consisted of mainly hard work and disappointment. She had lost two husbands and two children. One of husbands she lost to a freak work accident in the plant. And the other she lost to a bottle and his need to gamble. The children she lost were both less than one years old and both born with weak hearts. The fire by this. Damn, that yoga was really working for her!Yes, I "checked her out" before checking how she was...I'm a guy, after all. I turned her over and made sure she was still breathing. Yep, but holy shit her liquor breath could start a car! Not that I hadn't had a few drinks myself, but she had so many that night that I don't think she was aware I had walked her back to her room, much less of anything now that she had faceplanted.'First things first,' I thought. 'Can't leave her sprawled on the carpet.. I put my hand up my short dress and felt my crotch beneath the tights. Then I opened my coat and pulled out my tiny 2 inch cock and started stroking it with my thumb and index finger. It remained soft but I was still aroused and excited. I looked around, no one was coming. I continued to stroke for a few minutes and felt like I was close to cumming. Then I heard a noise, there was a jogger coming in my direction. I put my cock back inside my tights and closed up my jacket, walking casually.