Now she started picking and dropping me at my house daily in her car.We were having long conversations during the journey. I really liked her company ...and started dreaming of my college days with my roommate! I started to fantasize about her as I was fond of mature ladies. But I was really afraid as well, like how would she take it and if anything wrong happened, would it affect our relationship and my career.Over the days, her touch made me horny and accidental breast touches made me wet. I. And a neck. And I can make my baby squeal and giggle and writhe in my lap.That 'ear' thing? Turnabout is fair play, you know, and while my own breathing was ragged, she whispered, "We really need to work on our quickie techniques. Call the pizza place and then meet me in bed."I suppose that she called Jen while I called the pizza order in, but when I get to the bedroom she was pantsless, kneeling, looking back at me over her shoulder. Grinning.Oh, yeah ... I guess this is the part of 'he's. Then he managed to turn our comments into another double meaning. Tongues ... I looked over at Don, and he just raised an eyebrow and leered at me pleasantly. We remembered a few "tongue-lashings" we'd each gotten from each other. Christ, I was getting turned on! With all that stuff going on the last few months, Don and I hadn't done a thing -- and now we were both remembering -- and wanting.Natalie was standing there blushing. I could see her look and knew she was really turned on, too. She. “Not quite everything Betty, don’t you worry,” and the two of them laughed. “It’s nice to meet you, Betty; I hope you’re taking good care of him. Can I get you two a drink?”Betty nodded enthusiastically and Deon left us. As he headed to the bar he tossed me a wink and did a piss-poor job of hiding his grin. I sat back down, this time beside Betty and a little while later Deon returned with drinks. We talked for a bit and got to know her better; she was 28, neatly 29 and lived with with her best.