I'll explain later. Understand?" I think so. Is she supposed to g--"Suddenly I heard a rustling noise behind me. I slammed the phone downin its cradle... and spun about, my leg sliding across the smooth desk-top.There was a tall, feminine figure standing there in the shadows.Completely nude, bald, but undeniably female. She walked stifflyforward into the light, and my eyes widened. She was made of rubber!It took me just a second to recompose myself. After all, I had seenthings like this before. It. ‘I’m going . . . somewhere,’ I told them cryptically. Some understood my reticence, others didn’t. Those who did agreed that I needed time to myself, to reflect, to assess, to decide what was going to happen to me. Those who didn’t understand thought I was snubbing them. Melancholy, fortunately, didn’t allow me to care about the latter. Banishment of such distracting thoughts came, thankfully, as I stepped from the taxi before the airport terminal. The cabbie had been a nice guy, just talkative. His hands and fingers moved down to my clit and pussy. I said make sure you spend time there to get all the mud off. He said I will and he did spending extra time on my clit and then sliding his finger into my pussy. I had an orgasm and then reached out and took hold of his very hard cock. I looked over at my husband who was sitting on the ground watching us, and smiling. Mike lost his balance and when he straightened up on a shallower sport his cock was out of the water. I immediately kneeled. This was a first time for me, real communication, so I replied and suddenly his cock started to grow, as I watched it.At that point I suddenly felt a responsibility to him, I felt a need to bring him off, I wanted to make him ejaculate and be proud of the semen spurting out, his tribute to me for my efforts.Our relationship became closer at that point, our naughty secret, the schoolgirl and the middle aged fat man.I took a deep breath and asked him if he would like to see me, and when I turned.