‘Feel free to have a seat anywhere. We have a special on waffles and the coffee’s always free.’ I looked back up to where she was and didn’t s...ee her, the kitchen door swinging and creaking on its hinges. ‘Thank you,’ I responded after a pause, ‘I’ll just take a seat at the counter.’ A few minutes passed and the old man brought over a cup of coffee. A group of college kids were sitting in a corner booth, laughing. A truck driver sat a couple of seats down the counter from me. Another older. She pushed it into her pussy and moaned. When it was all the way in she flexed her pussy muscles and moaned at the pleasant sensation of being full. Her hand went to her hard little clit, a skilled finger touching it the way she loved, rubbing it slowly at first then faster. The touch to her clit made her want more, she was squirming on her bed- one hand on her clit the other pinching her right nipple, her toy in her pussy. Her skin was flushed and hot, she felt desire coursing and tingling. ” I stood there staring at her still partially dressed, but she wasn’t. She stood there nude, her skin soft and creamy. Her breasts were a good sized double handful each, crowned by large brown nipples that were already erect. She had a triangle of dark blond hair where her thighs came together. She came closer and without saying a word started drying my muscular chest. She leaned in closer and came up on her toes and gave me a kiss. I returned the kiss which had started out sweet and gentle. B! He was so sweet to me on line, and so helpful…He makes me feel good…and relaxed. He has a way of making others talk about themselves while giving little away about his self. Mr. B…I like that name. Never known one before…But there’s something about him that makes me nervous…tingly even. Like a spider’s sense going off. Look at me! Fifty years old, and blushing in the shower. Tilting my head back again, I rinsed my hair, turning up the hot water. It felt so good! Pouring my strawberry.