"Oh, no. That was a JOKE. Joke!" No, no, I meant we, Plural, should probably get that done sometime soon." Trish hastily elaborated. "I'm running out,... and you don't have a functioning washer here."Which sadly was true. I had inherited the washer and dryer, but unfortunately, they hadn't been in working order, I had discovered to great consternation, and I had been too broke recently to buy a new one. Hell, a trip to the Laundromat, while mundane and dull, might just be the thing to inject a bit. James was wearing the traditional long, white coat. He was a slender man, about 5 feet 10 inches tall, in his early 70's probably with blondish/white hair. No facial hair at all but he did have at least 70 years worth of wrinkles. Not a particularly handsome man but he was a distinguished and professional looking man. I always observe the details about men when I meet them, I can't help it since my motor is always running... if you know what I mean.We discussed a few topics, nothing major and. She chose her best-fitting Wrangler jeans, the ones that clung tight and made her one hot mama. An evening with friends would be fun, and might even perk up their stale marriage. Let’s see, a t-shirt? No, too casual and it makes my boobs stand out. A light sweater? No, too warm. Um, the blue chambray shirt with the tail untucked might be the right touch, comfortable and classy, and a little on the sexy side. Wouldn’t hurt a bit to “tease” John. Watching herself in the mirror, she slid. I felt her hand stroke up my thigh back to my vagina, her finger slowly and softly slid over my clitoris but then something wet and warm also touched my clitoris and it felt extremely good I instantly knew it was her tongue.I started to get even wetter as Sammy started to lick my vagina and at the same time she slid her fingers in me again I was getting so very wet and close to orgasm when she stopped, I felt her move off the bed and I heard her moving around the room, I heard Sammy unzip.